Beneath the blue and glorious sky, to hold
Communion with the golden hours now gone
Into the past eternity.
My heart
Is very soft to-night, and joys long past
Shine through the silver mists of memory,
Like sweet stars of the soul. My brow is flushed,
My bosom throbs, and blesséd tears well up
From my heart’s unsealed fountain, as I see,
Through the pale shadows of the years, the home