Classic Poem

Some hearts go hungering thro' the world
— And never find the love they seek.
Some lips with pride or scorn are curled
— To hide the pain they may not speak.
The eyes may flash, the mouth may smile —
And yet beneath them all the while
— The hungering heart is pining still.

For them does life's dull desert hold
— No fountain's shade, no gardens fair,
Nor gush of waters clear and cold,
— But sandy reaches wide and bare.
The foot may fail, the soul may faint,
— And weigh to earth the weary frame,
Yet still they make no weak complaint
— And speak no word of grief or blame.

O eager eyes, which gaze afar,
— O arms which clasp the empty air,
Not all unmarked your sorrows are,
— Not all unpitied your despair.
Smile, patient lips, so proudly dumb —
— Have F AITH ! Before life's tent is furled
Your recompense shall come,
— O hearts that hunger through the world!

Some hearts go hungering thro' the world
— And never find the love they seek.
Some lips with pride or scorn are curled
— To hide the pain they may not speak.
The eyes may flash, the mouth may smile —
And yet beneath them all the while
— The hungering heart is pining still.

For them does life's dull desert hold
— No fountain's shade, no gardens fair,
Nor gush of waters clear and cold,
— But sandy reaches wide and bare.
The foot may fail, the soul may faint,
— And weigh to earth the weary frame,
Yet still they make no weak complaint
— And speak no word of grief or blame.

O eager eyes, which gaze afar,
— O arms which clasp the empty air,
Not all unmarked your sorrows are,
— Not all unpitied your despair.
Smile, patient lips, so proudly dumb —
— Have F AITH ! Before life's tent is furled
Your recompense shall come,
— O hearts that hunger through the world!