And though for me those tears shall flow no more,
And the warm sunshine of your smile is o’er;
Though the bright beams are fading fast away
That shone unclouded through my summer day;
Yet grateful memory shall reflect their light
O’er the dim shadows of the coming night,
And lend to later life a softer tone,
A moonlight tint—a lustre of her own.
Judges and Friends! to whom the magic strain
Of nature’s feeling never spoke in vain,