For which I yearn,
And those high born, universal sympathies,
Pouring ever forth from the highest Master.
Her altruistic thoughts and every word,
Like the spontaneous out-burst of a joy-filled bird,
Looking near and far to lighten human needs—
More fruitful than Pomona are her deeds—
All these point to heights where one’s transferred,
Softly, safely, faster.
Her life is one of many links and spans,