Oh, bliss supernal! Oh, rapture complete,
When earth-sundered ones in glory shall meet.
For years and years I've watched in vain
To see that buried face again;
In vain I've tried, with mortal eyes,
To pierce the mysteries of the skies!
Oh, sweetheart of the days of yore,
Shall we meet on earth no more?
Shall I languish all alone
Without one sympathetic tone—
One glance of love, one word of cheer
From eyes and lips I hold so dear?
Oh, hearken to my piteous cries,
Beloved one, and forsake the skies!
Oh, listen! Earth-born mortals, see!
My angel bride has come to me!
The self-same face—divinely fair—
And heaven-set jewels decked her hair.
Her laughing eye and glowing cheek
Eternal youth and bliss bespeak;