To lift a soul to Heaven’s day.
But Patience came in Love’s sweet way,
And smiled and wept and wept and smiled,
With failure oft, yet would essay
To lighten the mind of a captive child.
What mortal e’er in such a plight?
What twain beset with such dismay,
As guide and child in the long drawn fight
To lift a soul to Heaven’s day?
No victor great, no ruler’s sway,