So I am all alone.
And shall I grieve
At empty houses, empty hearts, or loss
Of what seemed dear and needful?
Can there be
An empty heart, when it is overbrimmed
With love for God and man? An empty house,
When earnest work to know Love's truth has filled
Its every nook?
Have I lost anything,
Or anyone, when God is here, and All?
—When He is Love, and all the love I need!
—When that divine and mothering tenderness
Broods over me, speaks in these silent rooms,
Lights up the hovering dark, and stands His guard
Of bright, unmatched protection at my door!
Have I lost any good, when God is here?
Do I lack any love, when Love is mine?
