The years, the years, may intervene,
But my light-winged barque and I
Care not for the time that lies between,
Nor the slow hours creeping by.
I only see the white peace shore
That my feet shall surely press;
I only dream of the voyage o’er,
And the love that my heart will bless.
Thou Art Near.
(Song).
CRIMSON leaves are falling o’er me,
Autumn zephyrs fan my brow,
Strange weird fancies flit before me,
Surely I am dreaming now!
Woodland echoes could not whisper
Gentle words for mortal ear;
Still I hear them, sweetly, clearly,
And I know that thou art near.
Chorus:
Thy sweet spirit lingers near me,
Oh! the joy that thought affords.
Darling, thou art come to cheer me
With thy gentle loving words.
Oh! my darling, linger near me
As I mingle with the throng;
Whisper softly, I will hear thee
When strange voices tempt to wrong.
Life for me hath hours of sorrow,
Weary days of anxious fear;
But I’ll meet them, strongly, bravely,
If I feel that thou art near.
Chorus:
Thy sweet spirit lingers near me,
Oh! the joy that thought affords
Darling, thou art come to cheer me
With thy gentle loving words.