The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
In SolitudeVirna Sheard (1865?1943)
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Over the mystery of an unknown sea,
For some great love with faithfulness unfailing
Will light the stars to bear him company.
The heart makes peace and liberty its own—
The wind that blows across the scented grasses
Bringing the balm of sleep—comes not alone.
Where God has set His jewels in array,
A man may pitch his tent in desert places,
Yet know that heaven is not so far away.
Where gilded spires point toward the sky,
And fluttered rags and hunger ask for pity,
Grey Loneliness in cloth-of-gold, goes by.