Because He heard my voice, and answered me, Because He listened, ah, so patiently, In those dark days, when sorrowful, alone, I knelt with tears, and prayed Him for a stone;...
Down in the dear West Country, there's a garden where I know The Spring is rioting this hour, though I am far away -- Where all the glad flower-faces are old loves of long ago,...
Into the world you came, and I was dumb, Because "God did it," so the wise ones said; I wonder sometimes "Did you really come?" And "Are you truly . . . DEAD?" ...