Gordon Bottomley - Our Lady of Consolation lyrics

We seek you in the garden, to and fro, Thinking how often 'twas your loved abode; We gather heartsease from the seed you sowed, And every blossom seems a gift from you. Then we remember your hushed bed, and go Where rosemary and roses round you strewed Droop tenderly, as though for sorrow bowed, While dreams of girlhood smooth your white worn brow. O lately lost and always unforgot, Come oft unseen and sit with us again And soothe us with your old benignity. We cannot think you share not in our lot, For here your heart was when you were not nigh, And all our hearts are with you now as then.