86 Hours of the Night

Thou, the brightness of whose gracious face These weary, longing eyes have never seen, — By whose dear thought, for whose beloved sake, My course, through toil and tears, I daily take, —

I think of thee in the fair eventide. When the bright-sandalled stars their watches keep.

And trembling hope, and fainting, sorrowing love, On thy dear word for comfort doth rely ;

And clear-eyed Faith, with strong forereaching gaze. Beholds thee here, unseen, but ever nigh.

Walking in white with thee, she dimly sees. All beautiful, these lovely ones withdrawn.

With whom my heart went upward, as they rose. Like morning stars, to light a coming davyn.

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