We shall ask, and we shall receive.

Out of noon-day shadow, out of the starlit dusk, out of the driving spray of the midtempest, one face will rise, one hand will touch our own, one loving, lingering glance will meet ours from eyes that have no look of love for us in them now.

These things our lady nature will give us of all those we have given her.

But of the others, we shall not ask for them, and she will mercifully forget for us the bitterness of their birth, and life, and death..