But isn't life full of strange tricks and surprises,
And pain and uncertainty, anguished surmises;
And joy breaking through the dull ache of despair,
And love shining bright with the sun on her hair;
And hope turned to ashes, and laughter to grieving,
Our deepest securities rising and leaving;
The song of the wind and the catch in the heart,
And flood-tides of worship that drown every part?