But from out this cloud, a beautiful light
Shone into my heart; and so, to-night,
Sitting here in this quiet place,
A light from my darling’s angel face
Illumines the past—and I know her hand
Is beckoning me on to the “Better Land.”
Forty-one years! more than half the span
Allotted here to the life of man!
Years fraught with many a sorrow and care;
Yet from my life record, not one could I spare;