Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy.

Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy.

There's beauty all around our paths, if but our watchful eyes can trace it midst familiar things, and through their lowly guise.

Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy.

Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, suffering yet hoping all things.

They grew in beauty, side by side, / They filled one home with glee; - / Their graves are severed, far and wide, / By mount, and stream, and sea.