A spark of hope, a ray of light to catch;
His words fell softly like the flakes of snow,
But I could never find my heart o’erflow:
He cried aloud, till in the flock began
The sigh, the tear, as caught from man to man;
They wept and they rejoiced, and there was I
Hard as a flint, and as the desert dry:
To me no tokens of the call would come,
I felt my sentence, and received my doom;
But I complain’d - ‘Let thy repinings cease,