The boy stood on the burning deck - / Whence all but he had fled.

But he went in, and stood before his master. And Elisha said unto him, Whence comest thou, Gehazi? And he said, Thy servant went no whither.

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.

The cottage homes of England! / By thousands on her plains.