And I have had dreams in the valley
Too lofty for language to reach.
And I have seen thoughts in the valley—
Ah, me! how my spirit was stirred!
And they wear holy veils on their faces—
Their footsteps can scarcely be heard;
They pass through the valley like virgins
Too pure for the touch of a word.
Do you ask me the place of the Valley,
Ye hearts that are harrowed by care?