THERE is hovering about me A power so sweet, so sweet, That I know, despite my sorrow, We assuredly shall meet. I know, and thus the darkness In between us, is defied, That death is but a shadow With the sunshine either side. The world is very weary, But I never cease to know That still there is a border-land Where spirits come and go; For you send me intimations In the morning's gentle beams, And at night you come and meet me In the golden gate of dreams. I am desolate and dreary, But mortal pain and doubt Are blessings, and our part it is To find their meanings out: To find their blessed meanings, And to wait in hope and trust, Till our gracious Lord and Master Shall redeem us from the dust. |