How fair the roses and sweet waters lie
In those far-nestling corners of the sky
Where falls alway no weary foot or eye!
How sad the faces that across my way
Look forth from crowded windows on the gray
Beginning and the ending of their day!
It is not so that Love divine hath willed
To leave the balm unfound, the pain unstilled,
The empty heart, the longing sense unfilled;
Nor is the work of goodness incomplete,
For reaching hands and hidden flowers shall meet,
And waters pass where pause the tired feet.
Lift up thy heart to Him! The shades of night
Shall fall like scales before thy 'wakened sight!
Lift up thy heart, and it shall brim with light!
Are not His treasures thine? Upon thy way
Lift up thy empty heart, and Love will say,
"Take all ye lacked and longed for yesterday!"
