Is. xii. 2.
Hath not each heart
a passion and a dream?
Each
some companionship for ever sweet?
And each in saddest
skies some silver gleam,
And
each some passing joy, too fair and fleet?
And each a staff
and stay, though frail it prove,
And
each a face he fain would ever see?
And what have I?
An endless Heaven of love,
A
rapture, and a glory, and a calm;
A life that is an
everlasting Psalm,
All,
O Beloved, in Thee.
G. T. S.
