Where is peace but on your breast?
Where does slumbering joy lie down?
Where do hope and gladness rest,
Like bright jewels in a crown?
All are found where your heart beats;
Like strong children in repose,
When the twilight hour retreats,
And day’s golden moments close!
Lull me, dearest, into sleep,
Let me find a pillow fair
On your breast, where breathings deep
Rock me, far away from care.
Kiss my aching brow, and then—
Lay your hands upon my head;
Peace will come to me again,
When your bosom is my bed.
RESURRECTION
When all my friends say “He is gone,”
And foes agree to let me rest,
When ling’ring night falls down upon
The heart that ached, the restless breast.
There is a way to conquer death,
To rob the grey shade of its spoil,
E’en when is spent my last deep breath
And naught is left of love and toil.
Then come, dear love, and look on me;
Pour your bright spirit in your glance;
My soul suffuse with joy of thee,
Straight from your eyes which do enhance
The light of heaven! One look will raise
Me from my bier, and make me whole,
Restoring youth and gladsome days—
Elixir of my yearning soul!