And, gently drawn in loving arms,
To swoon from that to this:—
Scarce knowing if we wake or sleep,
Scarce asking where we are,
To feel all evil sink away,
All sorrow and all care!
And, gently drawn in loving arms,
To swoon from that to this:—
Scarce knowing if we wake or sleep,
Scarce asking where we are,
To feel all evil sink away,
All sorrow and all care!