She remained, it is true, unappointed
to any conspicuous post; unmentioned, even,
in the larger congregation to which she belonged.
She spoke no languages except her own, and—in those almost
nine decades—traveled only briefly, and then not far,
from a place that time and again has known
shell, bomb, and the violence
of armies surging through.
That was the outward look of it.
And yet—and yet—
What journeys! what voyages
she undertook! How she pressed out from a narrow room
into those great realms, those regions of light, that all men
are seeking (did they but know) as exiles must seek
their own dear home ....
