Not lone, when upwards in fond visions turning
Thy dreamy glance,
Thou seek’st my home, where solemn stars are burning
O’er night’s expanse.
My home is near thee, loved one! and around thee,
Where’er thou art;
Though still mortality’s thick cloud hath bound thee,
Doubt not thy heart!
Hear its low voice, nor deem thyself forsaken:
Let faith be given