How shall I know, unless I go br To Cairo and Cathay, br Whether or not this blessed spot br Is blest in every way? br br Now it may be, the flower for me br Is this beneath my nose: br How shall I tell, unless I smell br The Carthaginian rose? br br The fabric of my faithful love br No power shall dim or ravel br Whilst I stay here,—but oh, my dear, br If I should ever travel!br br Edna St.