A wall Gray and tall, And a sky of gray, And a twilight cold;
And that is all That my eyes behold.
But I know that unseen, Beyond the wall, On a lawn of green White blossoms fall In the waning light;
And beyond the lawn Curtains are drawn From windows bright.
And within she moves with her gracious hands And the heart that loves and that understands, Waiting to succour poor souls in need, And to bind with her blessing the hearts that bleed.
I know it all, though I cannot see;
But the tired-out tramp, Dirty and ill, In the evening's damp, In the Spring's clean chill, Knows not that there Is the heart to care For such as I and for such as he.
He slouches along, and sees alone The gray of the sky and the gray of the stone.
Lord, when my eyes see nothing but grey In all Thy world that is now so green, I will bethink me of this spring day And the house of welcome, known yet unseen;
The wall that conceals And the faith that reveals.
