A wall br Gray and tall, br And a sky of gray, br And a twilight cold; br And that is all br That my eyes behold. br But I know that unseen, br Beyond the wall, br On a lawn of green br White blossoms fall br In the waning light; br And beyond the lawn br Curtains are drawn br From windows bright. br And within she moves with her gracious hands br And the heart that loves and that understands, br Waiting to succour poor souls in need, br And to bind with her blessing the hearts that bleed. br br I know it all, though I cannot see; br But the tired-out tramp, br Dirty and ill, br In the evening's damp, br In the Spring's clean chill, br Knows not that there br Is the heart to care br For such as I and for such as he. br He slouches along, and sees alone br The gray of the sky and the gray of the stone. br br Lord, when my eyes see nothing but grey br In all Thy world that is now so green, br I will bethink me of this spring day br And the house of welcome, known yet unseen; br The wall that conceals br And the faith that reveals.