The Unknown Deeps - Jane Fowler Jones

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