HATH not each heart a passion and a
dream?
Each some companionship forever
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.