And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy
______________________ You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ; And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart Thro' ...
The loneliness which has longed in my heartForced me to imagine your dream flight
When I decide to leave this present day
What is filled with the useless minute's play.
The sudden pulse of the unlimited warm
Makes the way over the ...
You'll conquer the present suspiciously fast if you smell of the future -and stink of the past