Of burning hopes and wild desires
That ever fierce and fiercer grew.
Thy peace falls like a falling dew
Upon me as I kneel in prayer,
Because Thou hast known sorrow, too,
Because Thou, too, hast known despair,
Notre Dame de la Belle-Verrière.
In the Valley
Love, take my hand, and look not with sad eyes
Through the valley-shades: for us, the mountains rise;