There is strength deep bedded in our hearts, of which we reck but little till the shafts of heaven have pierced its fragile dwelling. Must not earth be rent before her gems are found?

Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?

life's best balm - Forgetfulness!

There is strength deep bedded in our hearts, of which we reck but little till the shafts of heaven have pierced its fragile dwelling. Must not earth be rent before her gems are found?

A passion for flowers, is, I think, the only one which long sickness leaves untouched with its chilling influence.

There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart

What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine.