Within our hearts what happy memories well
To-day, and a new love in us compel!
The by-gone years return, with only their
Remembered tenderness, and, unaware
Of age and change, the old-time love re-tell.
But while we feast, we cannot quite dispel
Regret for lost ones whom we love so well.
Yet why thus grieve? There is no vacant chair
Within our hearts.
Ah! friends, does not this constant love foretell
A future greeting for each last farewell!
Even to-day we tread the Heavenly stair,
And now their immortality we share,
If our beloved ones thus ever dwell
Within our hearts.
