And then she cried, “God, make my blindness sight!”
Heart-sore, heart-hungry, sick at heart, was she,
And did mistrust no other hope could be,
This side the grave, than shifting sea and land;
Yet dreamed she not her house was built on sand,
But fearless thought of dread eternity.
And men admired the house she builded fair,
Until a tempest, risen with sudden shock,
Rent it. Then God made answer to her prayer:
Showed her on earth a city, calm, and old,