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.

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.

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.