Along the path of sorrow hast thou led,
Oh Dear and True! and we with faltering feet,
Lured by these voices tremulous and sweet,
Have followed slowly. Now thy work is sped,
And thou hast passed beyond our Night and Day,
Our griefs and doubtings, while our groping eyes
Ponder life's primer still; for thee, dear Heart,
Our Father opens wide the second part,
Where all the meaning of Death's anguish lies.
Stumbling, we follow. Ah! if thou couldst know
How yet thy hand hath power to help, and cheer,
E'en heaven's joy an added bliss would wear.
And we who love thee well and miss thee so,
Amid our loneliness and bitter tears,
Thank God that we have had thee all these years.
Oh Dear and True! and we with faltering feet,
Lured by these voices tremulous and sweet,
Have followed slowly. Now thy work is sped,
And thou hast passed beyond our Night and Day,
Our griefs and doubtings, while our groping eyes
Ponder life's primer still; for thee, dear Heart,
Our Father opens wide the second part,
Where all the meaning of Death's anguish lies.
Stumbling, we follow. Ah! if thou couldst know
How yet thy hand hath power to help, and cheer,
E'en heaven's joy an added bliss would wear.
And we who love thee well and miss thee so,
Amid our loneliness and bitter tears,
Thank God that we have had thee all these years.