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He, who is far from home, knows when the snow / Gives way before the sunny urge of Spring, / When the first ecstasies of bluebirds go / Through blossomed loops and boughs bee-murmuring, / When brier roses starrily compose / Upon the scented spray -- he, homesick, knows.
He, that is far from love, knows when the face / That knew his face is raised to summer stars; / He, like that other, hungers in his place, / And, like that other, grips his prison bars -- / And when that upturned face can no more smile, / He knows; and whispers comfort, mile on mile.
He, who feels far from God, knows when the Word / Comes light upon a golden-shadowed hill; / On his dim path the radiance has stirred, / Deep in a dream he shrines his knowledge; still / Keeping his thorny ways, intent he goes, / Knowing the Hidden that infinitely knows!