Finale by Madison Cawein — Read

So let it be. Thou wilt not say 't was I! / Here in life's temple, where thy soul may see, / Look how the beauty of our love doth lie, / Shattered in shards, a dead divinity! / Approach: kneel down: yea, render up one sigh! / This is the end. What need to tell it thee! / So let it be.

So let it be. Care, who hath stood with him, / And sorrow, who sat by him deified, / For whom his face made comfort, lo! how dim / They heap his altar which they can not hide, / While memory's lamp swings o'er it, burning slim. / This is the end. What shall be said beside? / So let it be.

So let it be. Did we not drain the wine, / Red, of love's sacramental chalice, when / He laid sweet sanction on thy lips and mine? / Dash it aside! Lo, who will fill again / Now it is empty of the god divine! / This is the end. Yea, let us say Amen. / So let it be.