A star that shall ever for thee alone shine:
Turn thine eyes, turn, turn, turn thine eyes,
Turn them to the happy skies
And drink with them sweet love divine.
I woke from the dream at the tide of the morn,
And beheld the sweet vision that filled my dreams.—
That vision, My Star, thro’ a long, happy life
Is guiding my steps with its golden beams.
No longer, no longer a vision or dream,
I clasp My Sweet Love to my heart all my own;—