Do we call the star lost that is hidden / In the great light of morn?
For of all hard things to bear and grin, / The hardest is knowing you're taken in.
One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before.
Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.
All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today
I think true love is never blind, / But rather brings an added light; / An inner vision quick to find / The beauties hid from common sight.