Come to me, joys of heaven!
Breathe through the summer air
A balm—the long-lost leaven
Dissolving death, despair!
O little heart,
To me thou art
A sign that never can depart.
Come to me, peace on earth!
From out life's billowy sea,—
A wave of welcome birth,—
The Life that lives in Thee!
O Love divine,
This heart of Thine
Is all I need to comfort mine.
Come when the shadows fall,
And night grows deeply dark;
The barren brood, O call
With song of morning lark;
And from above,
Dear heart of Love,
Send us thy white-winged dove.
Pleasant View, Concord, N. H., 1899.