It is very difficult now, after all that has crowded in upon us, Jading the sensitive recipient surface of memory, to reconstitute the frame of mind in which we passed those days.
"John Redmond's Last Years"
Stephen Gwynn
No worldly samples Of honors Jading Shall wreath your temples With laurels fading; But bright, eternal, shall thee entrance The blessed holies' inheritance.
"The Angel of Death"
Johan Olof Wallin