I HEAR the moment echo as it passes
The question of the fading flow'r and tree:
"What shall be after earth and sea have vanished?"
Hear now the answer Love sends you and me:
"Sweet Love shall stay!"
Hear even now the murmur of Life's river;
The seraph-choir strike all their harps of gold;
The balmy breezes praising now the Giver
In one grand chorus—ever new and old:
"Love has no end!"
As barren earth drinks in the summer showers,
And sends new life to dying bud and vine,
The weary soul may from Love's golden hours,
Find what the transient seeker failed to find:
Love never fails!
Soon Love will raise His never-changing standard
O'er Hatred's hard and bloody battle-ground;
The silent grave will open at His bidding,
And all who trusted Love will hear the sound,—
The voice of Love.
O strivers after fleeting wealth and glory,
Gaze for awhile on Love's abiding throne.
Long as He reigns—who gave us Love's first story
The loyal heart will sing Thy praise alone,—
Immortal Love!