But the depths of my heart to-night are stirred,
I know that the mother’s prayer has been heard.
If the mother-love be so strong and great
For her child, sin-weary and desolate,
Oh what must the love of the Father be
For souls who have wandered like you and me!
“FISHERS OF MEN.�
I had a dream, a varied dream:
Before my ravished sight
The city of my Lord arose,