4. [PAULINUS. CARM. XXXI. 581-2, 585-90, 601-2, 607-12.]
This pledge of your joint love, to heaven now fled, With honey-combs and milk of life is fed. Or with the Bethlem babes--whom Herod's rage Kill'd in their tender, happy, holy age-- Doth walk the groves of Paradise, and make Garlands, which those young martyrs from him take. With these his eyes on the mild Lamb are fix'd, A virgin-child with virgin-infants mix'd. Such is my Celsus too, who soon as given, Was taken back--on the eighth day--to heaven To whom at Alcala I sadly gave Amongst the martyrs' tombs a little grave. He now with yours--gone both the blessed way-- Amongst the trees of life doth smile and play; And this one drop of our mix'd blood may be A light for my Therasia, and for me.