Deep, soundless waves of harmonies eternal
Their balm celestial on our spirits shed.
O Source of Life! O Fount of waters living!
O Love, to whom all powers of mind and soul,
We give, and find again within the giving,
Of Thee renewed, made consecrate and whole.
PRIMROSE HILL
By Olive Custance
Wild heart in me that frets and grieves,
Imprisoned here against your will ...