Not until Time had passed all by,
Did I perceive its beauty rare.
But now I know thee as thou art,
O Face divine that lookest down
Upon my life and bruiséd heart;
And fear of thee fore'er hath flown!
Thow shalt walk with me, as I know,
For the brief space of years to be;
A newer, higher path to show
Where sorrow wins me purity!