Not the effulgent light
Of that bright realm where live the blest departed,
Nor the grave’s gloom, Oh! loved one, and true hearted,
Can hide thee from thy sight.
Thy sweet angelic smile
Beams on my sleep. I see thee, hear thy voice,
Thou say’st unto my fettered soul, “Rejoice!
Wait but a little while.”
Sometimes ’mid cloudlets bright,
The sunset splendors of a summer’s day,