Around the corner I have a friend, in this great city that has no end.
I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes, after the day's great sun.
I need not shout my faith. Thrice eloquent Are quiet trees and the green listening sod; Hushed are the stars, whose power is never spent; The hills are mute: yet how they speak of God!
Indeed we do not really live unless we have friends surrounding us like a firm wall against the winds of the world.