Where'er you are, if so be that you will, Your very presence shall the world make bright, And where before, each face foreboded ill, A smile shall rest of peace and glad delight. Your very coming serves to make hope real, Your going leaves a sorrowed prayer behind, The meanest soul in all the world shall kneel To pray the Lord to bless you and your kind. I seem to see from out the poet's eyes The places where you've left your gladsome cheer, Where hitherto were dark and lowering skies, The sun of happiness shines bright and clear. I see the stolid faces of the past Re-kindled with the light of God's own love. I hear His voice from out the heavens vast Declare again that you were born of love. |