COMPANIONSHIP
Afar in heaven is Love? Ah, no!
Follow the path where wild-flowers blow;
Store in thy heart the songs which swell
From wayside hedgerow, wood and fell;
Mark where the young year’s opening leaf
Answers the wail of doubt and grief,
And where, fresh burgeoning after rain,
Life learns the inner heart of pain.
Let care and passion sink to rest,