HOW many of the body's health complain, 
When they some deeper malady conceal; 
Some unrest of the souled, some secret pain, 
Which thus its presence doth to them reveal. 
Vain would we seek, by the physician's aid, 
A name for this soul-sickness e'er to find; 
A remedy for health and strength decayed, 
Whose cause and cure are wholly of the mind 
To higher nature is the soul allied, 
And restless seeks its being's Source to know; 
Finding not health nor strength in aught beside; 
How often vainly sought in things below, 
Whether in sunny clime, or sacred stream, 
Or plant of wondrous powers of which we dream!