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.