But stare in vain for one dim view
Of sights and scenes of other days,
When life was full of sunny rays;
He’d freely give all earthly gold
For one glad glimpse of scenes of old.
Familiar faces, favorite friends,
That by his side in love attends;
What priceless gift ’twould be for him
To see those forms, though faint and dim;
To trace the features, watch the eye