A glory and a benison
O’er life’s bewildering track,
Their light has vanished from our lot
Like meteor-gleams and left us—what?
The sigh, the tear, the rack!
And yet upon their visions blest
Still love can turn and sink to rest.
I know thou lovest me, I know
Thine eyes with tears are dim,
I know that stricken love still chants