The heart of man is everywhere the same: <br />In distant Savoy roamed we long ago <br />With one to guide us o'er the mountain snow; <br />Scarce had we power in foreign tongue to frame <br />Unhindered converse; often did he name <br />Things strange to us, and dwell, in accents slow, <br />On wayside views, or aught we asked to know, <br />That we his skill in guidance might not blame. <br />Yet is there written all that old man's life <br />Deep on our memory; his cottage--hearth <br />Peopled with joy--his solitude and dearth <br />When God called thence the mother and the wife; <br />And how he looked, and said, ``I'll trust Him yet:'' <br />All these are things which we can ne'er forget.<br /><br />Henry Alford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxxii-the-heart-of-man-is-everywhere-the-same/
