My Hope

Author unknown, dated October 1915

You came into the shadow of my grief
a lovely vision radiating light;
your passing was as soulful and as brief
as winds among the forest pines at night.

Yet tho' you've passed my dwelling-place so rude,
(have verged the distances afar)
sometimes I see above my solitude
your mem'ry like a radiant evening star.

Sometimes I feel, O vision, you will come
(as some new dawn that o'er dark hills doth break)
unto my heart, a rude tho' ready home,
and will its silence into music shake.