When twilight dews are falling soft
Upon the rosy sea, love,
I watch the star, whose beam so oft
Has lighted me to thee, love.
And thou too, on that orb so dear,
Dost often gaze at even,
And think, tho’ lost for ever here,
Thou’lt yet be mine in heaven.
There’s not a garden walk I tread,
There’s not a flower I see, love,
But brings to mind some hope that’s fled,
Some joy that’s gone with thee, Love.
And still I wish that hour was near,
When, friends and foes forgiven,
The pains, the ills we’ve wept thro’ here
May turn to smiles in heaven.