MY LOST TREASURE.
I lost a treasure when the winter skies
Hung gray and low,
And life grew dim before my weeping eyes,
I sorrowed so!
Then evermore through storm or cloud or shine,
With head low bowed,
I sought the treasure which had once been mine
Amid the crowd.
Hung gray and low,
And life grew dim before my weeping eyes,
I sorrowed so!
Then evermore through storm or cloud or shine,
With head low bowed,
I sought the treasure which had once been mine
Amid the crowd.
I could not lift mine eyes above the sod,
Nor breathe a prayer,
Nor call with faith upon the name of God,
In my despair;
And when sweet words of comfort or relief
Would hold me fast,
I closer wrapped the mourning robes of grief,
And hurried past;
Nor breathe a prayer,
Nor call with faith upon the name of God,
In my despair;
And when sweet words of comfort or relief
Would hold me fast,
I closer wrapped the mourning robes of grief,
And hurried past;
Till one sweet day, across my tear-stained face
A sunbeam stole,
A wingèd messenger of love and grace
To greet my soul:
A sunbeam stole,
A wingèd messenger of love and grace
To greet my soul:
