  T THE yellow lighthouse star is quenched Across the lonely sea; The mountains rend their misty veils, The wind of dawn blows free; The waves beat with a gladder thrill, Pulsing in lines of spray, And fast and far chime on the bar— God bless my Dear to-day! A thousand leagues may lie between A world of distance dim; But speeding with the speeding light My heart goes forth to him. Faster than wind or wave it flies, As love and longing may, And undenied stands by his side— God bless my Dear to-day! God bless him if he wake to smiles, Or if he wake to sighs; Temper his will to bear all fate, And keep him true and wise; Be to him all I fain would be Who am so far away,— Light, counsel, consolation, cheer— God bless my Dear to-day! The gradual light has grown full fain, And streameth far abroad. The urgence of my voiceless plea Is gathered up by God. Take some sweet thing which else were mine, Inly I dare to pray, And with it brim his cup of joy— God bless my Dear to-day! |
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