There are ships far away on the ocean
That landward no breeze will blow;
There are yearnings some fate’s put in motion
That never fruition will know. HEVI 47.3
There are snows sleeping cold on the mountains
That never will yield to the sun;
There are feelings with ever locked fountains
That will melt to the wishes of none. HEVI 47.4
In the forests are suffering creatures,
Whose moanings are heard but by God;
In the bosom are griefs whose white features
Are as hidden as those under sod. HEVI 47.5
But, mortal, take heart, and the muttered
Rebellion of spirit disown.
Not a prayer, saith the seer, was yet uttered
But it went without loss to the throne. —Will T. Hale. HEVI 47.6