To a Loved One

I’ll think of thee, mine own, dear one As morn’s first blushing ray Diffuses light o’er the dim earth— Turns darkness into day.

I’ll think of thee at eve, my love, When moon and star appear— When in the horizon of my hope All, all is bright and clear.

I’ll think of thee when joy doth cast Its gladness o’er my heart, As peace, and love and happiness Seem new life to impart.

I’ll think of thee when dark shades fall Athwart my fevered brow; When low in death I hear thee lisp— “I’m waiting for thee now.”

I’ll think of thee, my darling one, While I have life and breath; And seal the assurance fervently, I’ll think of thee in death.