Note 235 — Chapter XIII · ILLNESS AND DEATH—1879—ÆT. 47, 48.

Holiness on the head, Light and perfections on the breast, Harmonious bells below, raising the dead To lead them unto life and rest: Thus are true Aarons drest. Profaneness in my head, Defects and darkness in my breast, A noise of passions ringing me for dead Unto a place where is no rest: Poor priest, thus am I drest. Only another head I have, another heart and breast, Another music, making live, not dead, Without whom I could have no rest: In Him I am well drest. Christ is my only head, My alone only heart and breast, My only music, striking me e’en dead; That to the old man I may rest, And be in him new drest. So holy in my head, Perfect and light in my dear breast, My doctrine tuned by Christ (who is not dead, But lives in me while I do rest), Come, people; Aaron’s drest.