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He is not desolate whose ship is sailing / Over the mystery of an unknown sea, / For some great love with faithfulness unfailing / Will light the stars to bear him company.
Out in the silence of the mountain passes, / The heart makes peace and liberty its own -- / The wind that blows across the scented grasses / Bringing the balm of sleep -- comes not alone.
Beneath the vast illimitable spaces / 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.
But in the city -- in the lighted city -- / Where gilded spires point toward the sky, / And fluttering rags and hunger ask for pity, / Grey Loneliness in cloth-of-gold, goes by.