The tides of sweet compassion never break!
These are the dread Saharas we enclose
About our lives when love we put away;
Amid life’s roses, not a scent of rose;
Amid the blossoming, nothing but decay.
But if ’tis love we search for, knowledge comes,
And love that passeth knowledge—God is there!
Who seek the love of hearts find in their homes
Peace at the threshold, angels on the stair. (Text.)
—Munsey’s Magazine.