The Heart Forgets Its Sorrow And Ache.

It Is Right Precious To Behold The First Long Surf Of Climbing Light Flood All The Thirsty East With Gold.

Slow Are The Steps Of Freedom, But Her Feet Turn Never Backward.

Behind The Dim Unknown, Standeth God With The Shadow, Keeping Watch Above His Own.

Evil Springs Up, And Flowers, And Bears No Seed, And Feeds The Green Earth With Its Swift Decay, Leaving It Richer For The Growth Of Truth.

Who Knows Whither The Clouds Have Fled? In The Unscarred Heaven They Leave No Wake; And The Eyes Forget The Tears They Have Shed, The Heart Forgets Its Sorrow And Ache.