I am trying to find the title and author of a specific poem but I only know 1 line from the poem. I believe it goes like this, "this is the spring of my content". Contemnt may not be the right word, it may be existence. Please help!

These things are ours... for God created within our soul a Mystic sense of wonder. There has been action... wind has blown through days and nights and wild waves have dashed high against the ice. There has been calm... blue shadows have stretched far across unbroken snow. There has been life......

If we could have a lifetime wish A dream that would come true, We’d pray to God with all our hearts For yesterday and you. A thousand words can’t bring you back We know because we’ve tried… Neither will a thousand tears We know because we’ve cried… You left behind our broken hearts

"The time I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing. Tho' Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorn'd the lore she brought me, My only books Were women's looks, And folly's all they taught me.