When starlight melts to morning hue,
I miss thee as the flower the dew,
When noonday's length'ning shadows flee,
I think of thee, I think of thee.
Thus evening memories reappear,
I watch thy chair and wish thee here,
Till sleep my failing fancies free
To dream of thee, to dream of thee.
Since, first we met, in weal or woe
It hath been thus and must be so,
Till bursting bonds our spirits part
And love divine hath filled my heart.
Copyright, 1903, by Mary Baker G. Eddy. Used by permission.
Copyright, 1904, by Mary Baker G. Eddy.
