  I have thought of you many times On blissful heights; in the vale of woe; Memory's chorus smoothly chimes To a rhythmic measure's mellow flow, The joyful echo of long ago. I have prayed for you o'er and o'er, 'Mid a fleet of shadows dark and drear Coasting close by the silent shore; My grateful spirit is ever near, Unchecked by peril, unawed by fear. I have trusted you, faithful, true, Though the tempest's wrathful fingers rend Hope's tortured sails and doubts pursue, What matter whither the storm may trend? With love my compass and you my friend. I have wanted you more and more While threading the world's delusive maze; Deaf to its ceaseless rush and roar Through a dreary medley of weary days, We still could journey in kindred ways. I have watched for you, watched in vain, To the smiling future clinging fast; The even-time of grief, of pain Must yield to a beautiful dawn at last |
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