Perhaps some moonlit scene comes back
When somewhat older grown,
You dreaming trod some fairy track
With one you loved, but now, alack!
Long, long left here alone.
Or graver still the pictures grow -
A touch with grief and pain,
As children dear to manhood grow;
Then o'er the wild blue ocean go,
While tear drops fall like rain.
God bless you lads and lassies grey,
Long may you linger here,
Long,, long we wish your gentle way,
With sunshine strewn along your way,
Your pathway bright and clear.
Upon Time's shifting, threshing floor
God winnows out the grace
Of human life, and ever more
From earth He garners to His store
The best of this frail race.