A LITTLE RAY OVER THE WINDOW.
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The thought of my husband comes thrilling Through being, and bosom, and brain,Till being and bosom are shaken And broken with quivering pain.
To know that I never shall see him, Nor wait for his coming again;To dream of his old loving kisses, And know that my dreaming is vain!
To whisper his name to the darkness, Baptizing the silence with tears;Through the lens of my terrible sorrow, The hours seem desolate years.
Through the window of faith, oh! my Father, Send down to my spirit the light,And strengthen my soul to remember That earth is a region of night;
That only in heaven the shadows Shall tremble forever away,And weary hearts drink in the beauty Of endless and glorious day.
