Life, Love divine,—
Where mortal yearnings come not, sighs are stilled,
And home and peace and hearts are found and filled, [5]
Thine, ever thine.
“Bearest thou no tidings from our loved on earth,
The toiler tireless for Truth's new birth
All-unbeguiled?
Our joy is gathered from her parting sigh: [10]
This hour looks on her heart with pitying eye,—
What of my child?”