I NEVER build a song by night or day, <br />Of breaking ocean or of blowing whin, <br />But in some wondrous unexpected way, <br />Like light upon a road, my Love comes in. <br /> <br />And when I go at night upon the hill, <br />My heart is lifted on mysterious wings: <br />My Love is there to strengthen and to still, <br />For she can take away the dread of things.<br /><br />Edwin Markham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-comrade-3/
