Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans

We pine for kindred natures
To mingle with our own.

We pine for kindred natures
To mingle with our own.

In the busy haunts of men.

In the busy haunts of men.

Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
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Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair--
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb,
It is there, it is there, my child!

What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of read more

What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?--
They sought a faith's pure shrine!

There is none,
In all this cold and hollow world, no fount
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There is none,
In all this cold and hollow world, no fount
Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within
A mother's heart.