Amen

Return, sad sister, Faith;
Dim, unsubstantial wraith!
Return, thy votary saith'
He needs thee now:
Thou wert serenely fair!
But some diviner air
Gleams on thy silver'd hair,
And crowns thy brow;

Thou wilt return, and I
Shall rather sing than sigh,
In that great company
Of souls forlorn:
One with all hearts that break
For some beloved's sake,
The hopeless hearts, that ache
And dare not mourn.

Wherefore, since pain and pride
Must sleep unsatisfied, —
Because Thy heart is wide,
And dim our ken, —
,To that vast prayer that rolls
Beyond the frozen poles,
With all desirous souls
I cry, Amen.