That ’woke me to light in the midnight hour,
That spared me, to gaze with an aged eye
On a hope that can never fade or die.
I am gliding on—I am gliding on,
Through a quiet night, to a golden dawn:
And the merry hearts that around me play,
Are star-beams to cheer up my lonely way:
And oh! may the waves of life’s dark sea,
Deal gently with them, as they’ve dealt with me.