Hope And Faith

MOTHER: thy name, trembling upon the breath,
Makes loss so near and loneliness so lone
That the heart sickens, and with inward moan
Droops from all song in this strange land of death
Twice trod by us this year: till He Who saith
'Because you live ye live' speaks from His Throne,
Lord over Hades: and upon the stone,
Lo, the two Angels sitting — Hope and Faith.
O truest, tenderest-hearted, yet withal
Great-hearted above women, who may pine
Remembering how thy softest eyes could shine
With that immortal light no shades appal?
Again together, thou and he, more blest,
Still live to love us where ye wait and rest.