Of loved ones, flitting fondly by,
And gaze upon her gentle face,
Whose charms e’en darkness can’t efface.
Oh, could this dreary winter dream
Be gladdened by one golden gleam,
One sunbeam’s blessed brightening ray
Could turn this darkness into day.
But this eclipse, this sunless gloom,
That now makes life a living tomb,
May know no dawn till earthly night