Compared to richest bounty which must be
In thy pure heart and home—why not my due?
Will I some day find hid thy mystic key?
Lead on thou me.
My youthful joys and heights of yester-year,
Were bright and buoyant, satisfying then;
But they have gone for aye. More calls I hear;
They charm me onward to some larger ken;
But, O Truth, when?
If all I may not know, then serve will I,