Through the Long Days and Years
Arthur Foote
Through the long days and years
What will my loved one be,
Parted from me?
Through the long days and years.
Always as then she was
Loveliest, brightest, best,
Blessing and blest, --
Always as then she was.
Never on earth again
Shall I before her stand,
Touch lip or hand, --
Never on earth again.
But, while my darling lives,
Peaceful I journey on,
Not quite alone,
Not while my darling lives.