Carrie,
Carrie!
Oh, blind
strivings
of the
human
heart!
Onward
onward, it
saith, and
where
beauty
leads,
there it
follows.
Whether it
be the
tinkle of
a lone
sheep bell
o’er some
quiet
landscape,
or the
glimmer of
beauty in
sylvan
places, or
the show
of soul in
some
passing
eye, the
heart
knows and
makes
answer,
following.
It is when
the feet
weary and
hope seems
vain that
the
heartaches
and the
longings
arise.
Know,
then, that
