His face all radiant with a smile;
His lips still move, as if in prayer,
A prayer we may not fully share;
But One is near, whose gracious ear,
The deep unuttered groan can hear.
Nor need we doubt or judge amiss,
What the heart’s inmost yearning is.
The quivering lip, the tearful eye,
Can well attest the earnest cry,
Of the stirred soul’s deep agony;