“And in the world
Where all the air is like the breath of peace,
Where earth’s wild tumult and its passions cease,
Where all the sorrows we have known below
Shall into pleasure-blossoms bud and blow,
Where bonds are broken, and where barriers fall,
Where heart hears heart, and soul to soul doth call,
Where speech is true, where all things fair shall blend,
On some fair morning shall I find thee, friend.”
–Rev. L.F.W. Gillette
