To Revenita

Fairies whisper, every whisper, In the silence of the night, And he catches the soft murmurs Floating in the starry light.

And they tell him; yes, they tell him, All in accents sweet and clear, Of the beautiful Hereafter That is ever drawing near.

There are loved ones, waiting, waiting, For his footfall on the shore; They will welcome his appearing-- They will greet him o'er and o'er. SANSON.