We read the story olden
In a purple light and golden,
As beneath the western window we stood entranced, and gazed,
While the pitying eyes of love
Shone on us from above,
In the sad, sweet face, upon the cross upraised.
My quiv'ring eyelids glisten'd,
As I silent stood, and listen'd,
While your glad voice rose triumphant on the organ's outspread wings.
Ah, my darling! far away
Is that wondrous summer day,
And the voice I love among the angels sings.
Once more I read the story,
In the brilliant western glory,
And hope and peace breathe round me in this calm and sacred place.
I will love thee while I wait,
And within the golden gate,
We shall meet where we indeed shall see His face.
