-Did she care as much as I did
When our paths of Fate divided?
Was the love, then, all onesided-
Did she understand or care?�
Slowly fall the moments leaden,
And the silence seems to deaden-
And a voice from over yonder answers sadly: -I-ve been there.�


-Have you tramped the streets of cities
Poor? And do you know what it is-
While no mortal cares or pities-
To have drifted past ambition;
To have sunk below despair?
Doomed to slave and stint and borrow;
Ever haunted in your sorrow
By the spectre of To-morrow?�
And the voice from over yonder answers sadly: -I-ve been there.�

-Surely in the wide Hereafter
There-s a land of love and laughter?
Say: Is this life all we live for-
Say it! think it, if you dare!
Have you ever thought or wondered
Why the Man and God were sundered?
Do you think the Maker blundered?�
And the voice, in mocking accents, answered only: -I-ve been there.�