John Kenyon - Lines For The Late Caroline K.'s Album lyrics

Like thine own Album, which lies here before me, Life is a volume. Sweetly some are writ In sanctity; as when mild Guido's pencil Portrays some Sybil-saint—her eye upturned On Seraph-teacher—with whose word her pen Moves in accord. All such with record stored Of heavenward aspirations, and, not less, Of earthly loves and charities—as holy— Each stain—if stain there be from the world's handling— Cleansed from their pages, shall librarian Spirits Hang on celestial shelves; thence oft perused By higher natures, not unpleased to learn Of this our nether sphere. Beloved friend! Who for thyself still doubtest—still the more For those meek doubts—Thy volume shall be there.