When I had seemed to touch eternity!
In the first pang of disappointed hope,
I wept that I could wake from such a dream.
Until Faith gently whispered, “Wherefore weep
To lose the faint dim shadow of a joy
Of which the substance shall one day be thine?
Live in the hope,—that hope shall brighten life
And sanctify it to its highest end.”
Fast roll the chariot wheels of time. He comes!
The Spirit and the Bride expectant wait,—