My Bridal Robes.
My bridal robes are smooth and straight:
Untrimmed by fringe or flounce or plait,
They flow from neck to bare bleak feet,
Cool, soft, and sweet — oh, passing sweet! —
Too holy thought to breathe aloud,
My bridal robes — a white, white shroud!
My bridal flowers are pure and pale,
And from their pureness shall not fail;
Unopened rosebuds, lilies sweet,
And half-blown violets at my feet —
So robed, I to my Lord am led,
And those who know not call me dead.
My bridal morn shall burst through gloom
To day of more than earthly bloom,
And I shall meet my Bridegroom’s arms
Arrayed by Him in countless charms;
My heart o’er-charged with Love’s pure flame
In that sweet bridal with the Lamb.
Menie Parkes, Poems, F. Cunninghame, Sydney, , pages 54-55
Lamb = in a religious context, Jesus