Since that drear day that took you from my sight.
And left me in a world grown strange and cold,
One anchoring thought has made my spirit bold,
One star has shed its ray across my night.
’Tis this—that how so e'er I miss the light
Of your dear smile, the pressure of your hand,
Each hour but brings me nearer to that land
Where sundered lives once more shall re-unite.
O dawn no earth-born clouds can ever mar,
O Spring more fair than those of time can be,
O Vision set impregnable, afar,
By night and day I journey on to thee;
And when at length I reach that hour supreme,
How trivial will appear life’s tangled dream.