In days vanished stealing to sweet bower
Heartbroken for gone is that gladsome day
Perfumed sweet mem'ries linger on that hour
Deadened by somber winter's hues of grey
O! how with ecstasy my soul doth soar
Yearning again soughing in pines to hear
Dreaming of days I thought to be no more
When God's comfort banished every tear
The plaintive weeping of a mourning dove
Melodious breezes whisper and sigh
Surrounded by the healing balm of love
All creation to Him with us draw nigh
Despite lonesome winter's minor refrain
O! how I long to see those days again!





~Hilda~