A memory forever by my side,
To lead me onward to a nobler shrine;
The calm, hushed voice still sounding in my sleep,
Like to a strain of distant melody,
The holy light from out those eyes so deep,
That shines on all so clear and tranquilly.
Amid my dreams of human faith and love—
Of love, that stems the tempest and the blast—
Of faith, that in its tenderness shall prove
Its holy office even to the last,