There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart
Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things.
Though the past haunt me as a spirit, I do not ask to forget.
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.
life's best balm - Forgetfulness!
The opening and the folding flowers, that laugh to the summer's day.