The twilight hour approaches—silent hour
For calm reflection or communion,
When, in a quiet, unfrequented bower,
Fond lovers whisper as they sit alone.
And I would send a greeting to the one
Whose heart with mine still beats in unison.
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My Love, my own Sweetheart,
Let sorrow not be thine,
Though still we live apart,
The lamp of Hope must shine.
And, shedding on our path
The light of trustfulness
And never-failing faith,
'Twill make our sorrow less.
Let Hope then ever be
At home within thy breast,
And know God loveth thee,
And knoweth what is best.
He careth for the trees,
For every beast and bird;
And thinkest thou thy pleas
In Heaven are unheard?
Nay, God has heard each prayer,
And He will answer thee.
Trust to His loving care,
And live thou patiently.
And when the looked-for day
Of happiness and rest
Has come, we both shall say
"God truly knew the best."
And fondly to my heart
I'll press thee, dearest Life;
And none us two shall part,
For thou wilt be my wife.