'Tis they who are in their own chambers haunted By thoughts that like unbidden guests intrude, And sit down, uninvited and unwanted, And make a nightmare of the solitude.

Talk not of the river or lake To those who have looked on the sea.

Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.

And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.

I know there are no errors, In the great Eternal plan.

O skies, be calm! O winds, blow free - Blow all my ships safe home to me! But if thou sendest some a-wrack, To never more come sailing back, Send any - all that skim the sea, But bring my love-ship home to me.

'Tis they who are in their own chambers haunted By thoughts that like unbidden guests intrude, And sit down, uninvited and unwanted, And make a nightmare of the solitude.