With passions that I thought asleep at last.
Suffering is a part of my desire;
It is a part of knowledge, and a part
Of that great human heart which calls on God
Because it is so comfortless on earth.
Rather I thank thee for awakening
Something within my soul that thrills with love
For that sweet human love which promises
The fluttering caress of children’s hands,
Their flute-like voices waking with the dawn,