When the heart is heavy with thoughts of Thee,

When the Evening Star bursts into splendour–only to evoke

painful memories of times that have been.

When the home-coming bird calls in Divine motherhood

to the eager nursling in her nest,

When all Creation-tired, weary, and spent, seeks for a

night's repose,

-Then, I, a homeless beggar, drop a silent, painful tear,

through which gleams the distant Star of Love.