The Unknown Deeps
There are deeps we cannot fathom.
In the blue sun-lighted sea,
Though we mark each surface ripple,
All beneath is mystery.
Thus the soul may seem as tranquil
As a sea without a wave.
While there are to thee unopened
Deeps as secret as the grave.
Cast into the sea a pebble.
Cast into the heart a word.
It is all alike -- thou can'st not
Know what mighty deeps are stirr'd.
Jane Fowler Jones
Who died June Twelfth, 1902
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