Hath not each heart a passion and a dream?
Each some companionship for ever sweet?
And each in saddest skies some silver gleam,
And each some passing joy, too fair and fleet?
And each a staff and stay, though frail it prove,
And each a face he fain would ever see?
And what have I? An endless Heaven of love,
A rapture, and a glory, and a calm;
A life that is an everlasting Psalm,
All, O Beloved, in Thee.