Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!
And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.