The Totem, UBC Yearbook, 1932 - waughfamily.ca

I felt His touch upon the frozen rope,I had a lonely garden in my heart,[ 1721—ARTHUR MAYsE.And I hid my face, for I knew that He was God.The sun came, and the wind, and the rainbow showers of MayWhite lilies of peace sprang up where He trod.The blood-bright flowers of my garden withered away,Came One manger-born—was thorn.The thorns were under his feet, and the crown on His headWhite-clad, like a white flame, with a glory around His head—But into my strange garden, where love was dead,Down from the gates of my garden, a sorrowful wayFor thorns lurked there to pierce the climbing feet.Wound through a poppied stillness, deathly-sweet;It was so cruel a path that none dared stray,Out of the wind, and the glad, healing rain.Lost in a dim twilight, it dreamed apartFull of the roses of pain.(From a picture by Holman Hunt)STRANGE GARDEN—ARTHUR MAYsERevealed you for an instant on ahead,Before the mountain hurled you from my sight.Out from your holds you swayed. The ice-sheathed slopeAs He climbed with us in the empty night.And all my heart was strangely filled with dreadHere, while the hour of triumph still was sweetUntouched by sacrilege of human feet—Death came to meet us, when the moon was low.Lone altars, bitter-pure above the snow,Into the hostile wilderness of white.The high peaks frowned above us, grim and brightWe climbed at dawn, past stream and cedar treeLike altars raised to God in Paganry.THE MOUNTAINEERSLL..-