That night may bring us everlasting
mirth.
The sun grows colder and the heavens
growl
With every passing season cares
increase
Till winter’s haggard visage: cheek
and jowl
Appears among the verdant folds and
fleece.
At dawn, when tears have flooded down
our cheeks
And cleansed our minds of
love-endearing thought
The heart resounds anew with hope and
seeks
Not comfort in oblivion’s dreamless
cot—
But in the soul that knows not
any fear
Nor any compromise though death
be near!
