As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.
This world is all a fleeting show, For man’s illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, There’s nothing true but Heaven.
The world is seldom what it seems; to man, who dimly sees, realities appear as dreams, and dreams realities.
Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off.
I reflected how soon in the cup of desire The pearl of the soul may be melted away; How quickly, alas, the pure sparkle of fire We inherit from heaven, may be quenched in the clay.
Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
How calm, how beautiful comes on The still hour, when storms have gone, When warring winds have died away And clouds, beneath the dancing ray Melt off and leave the land and sea, Sleeping in bright tranquility.
Yes, loving is a painful thrill And not to love more painful still; But oh, it is the worst of pain, To love and not be lov’d again.
There is nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dreams.
Life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns, And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.