It was my Daytime when her presence shone, And tender eyes were cast Upon me, as I loved and labored on Those gladsome days are past. My Night-time this; the radiance is withdrawn And veiled awhile : I cannot view the tints of early dawn, Nor meet her smile; Love may not scale the height where angels dwell; Yet-as hours come and go On earth, she hears my Guardian-spirit tell In whispers soft and low, The wonders of a distant realm unseen, And bids me 'watch and pray,' Nor marvel that the Dark should come between Earth's Twilight and God's Day. June, 1871. |