All passage save to those who hence depart;
Nor to the streaming eye
Thou giv’st them back,—nor to the broken heart.
In thy abysses hide
Beauty and excellence unknown;—to thee
Earth’s wonder and her pride
Are gather’d, as the waters to the sea;
Labors of good to man,
Unpublish’d charity, unbroken faith,—
Love, that midst grief began,