Darling, awake! and let the sweet, glad light,
Fill eyes that love hath made so pure and bright;
So calm and deeply true, so free from guile,
So winning in their artless love-lit smile,
That I would fain obey their least behest,
And clasp thee fondly to my throbbing breast.
And tell, with untold kisses, sweetest dear.
That thou hast entered on another year!
How sweet the memory of the blissful past,
When o'er our paths love's glad spring-flowers were cast.
As fresh and pure as when in Eden's bowers
The first fond pair spent earth's creative hours;
Yet, dear, ''twas but the dawn of brighter days,
Such as we now enjoy, 'mid grateful praise
To Him who crowns our years with peace and love,
A sweet fore-taste of purer joys above!
Ah! clinging dear! the ivy and the oak
Are not more near when thou dost thus provoke
To deeds and words of love that plainly tell
That Love is king, and all he doth is well;
The hot tears flow, but not because of grief,
'Tis heartfelt joy which thus must find relief;
And mutely eloquent each throbbing heart
Proclaims the other as its counterpart!
God bless our love, for He alone can bind
In perfect union, both of heart and mind.
All those who seek in Him their source of bliss,
Of love and joy, of peace and happiness.
Oh, may thy future bright and joyful be.
From every sorrow may thy lot be free,
And through life's journey to the very end
Heaven's choicest blessings all thy way attend!