There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart
The opening and the folding flowers, that laugh to the summer's day.
life's best balm - Forgetfulness!
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.
Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things.
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?