A little while in silence and deep muse, And, by the Holy Spirit, fellowship With the Almighty Father and His Son. Then, "Lo, let us join hands," they said, "and sing That psalm which breathes of unity like this." With braided tones, in unison they sang: 'Behold, how good it is for brethren here, 'How pleasant, thus in unity to dwell 'Together! It is like that costly chrism 'Upon the head which overflowing ran 'Down Aaron's beard and down his garment's folds, 'Abundant as the dew of Hermon drops, 'Distilled, upon the heights of Sion where 'Jehovah fixed the blessing, life, even life 'Forevermore.' "A sweet strain and a rich," Said Lazarus; "David touched it to his harp, Taught by the Holy Spirit. Nevertheless, Something it lacks to fill the measure up To that deep sense of oneness which we feel In Jesus, since He came, since Jesus came And spake, then went, but came again, in us Forever to abide. Cannot we sing Some words of His, as tunable, more deep? Such words He spake in a celestial rhythm That night before He sought Gethsemane. They sat as in the Holy of holies with Him, And John leaned on His bosom where He sat. I have heard John rehearse the heavenly words Until at length I too have them by heart." Then Lazarus gave them sentences, which all Chanted in simple measure low and sweet: 'Let not your heart be troubled, ye believe 'In God, also in Me believe. Within 'My Father's house there many mansions are. 'I should have told you, had it not been so, 'Because I go to fit a place for you. 'And if I go and fit for you a place, 'I shall return and take you to Myself, 'That where I am there ye may also be.' Was it a premonition, or did grief Surge up through peace and joy to claim its own? Said Lazarus: "Yet He told us, 'In the world Ye will have tribulation, though in Me Ye shall have peace.' With tribulation, peace!" His closing words they took from Lazarus' lips, "With tribulation, peace!" and of them made A musical refrain half sad, half glad, Or wholly glad in sadness, which they sang. When ever were there cadences more sweet, More sweet or more pathetic? Thrice sang they Those words together; but, at the fourth time, Just in that breath between the rise and fall, Before from 'tribulation' they touched 'peace'-- A shock as of a mace struck on the door, Which yielded, and abrupt there strode in--Saul!