Ah! those who’ve anchored, lo, these many days
In that fair land beyond this misty haze,
I wonder if they watch our restless feet,
As here we climb Life’s sin-encumbered ways.
In Your Room
How sacred do the very curtains seem
That guard the wistful pathway of the light
That fain would enter through your casement there
And linger with you. And when gentle night
Has strewn the meadows of the Summer sky
With patient stars, then every little bloom
That shines serene watches in constancy,
If but to lose one ray within your room.
There is the couch where restful slumber comes
To your sweet eyes, and love-dreams chase
All cares and worries from your merry heart,
And bring the sleeper’s smile to your dear face.
So when the morn awakes and peaceful night
Has softly passed, then from the eastern skies
A thousand sunbeams race with message sweet—
A new day’s welcome to your waking eyes.
