_Laus Deo_, it is done.
Rolled away from loving heart
Is a stone,--
Joyous, risen, we depart
Having one.
_Laus Deo_,--on this rock
(Heaven chiseled squarely good)
Stands His Church--
God is Love and understood
By His flock.
_Laus Deo_, night starlit
Slumbers not in God's embrace;
Then oh, man!
Like this stone be in thy place;
Stand, not sit.
Cold, silent, stately stone,
Dirge and song and shoutings low,
In thy heart
Dwell serene,--and sorrow? No,
It has none,
_Laus Deo_!