Will welcome memory come and lift
The curtains of the silent Past!
Ah! my fond heart, as well it may,
Feels then, in all its depth anew,
That which, when thou wait called away,
Ennobled and immortal grew!
Lost one! to thee I’ll constant prove,
Long as I walk this mortal strand,
So may I claim thy perfect love
When we shall meet in shadow-land.