The watcher
C. Forsyth
A rose for a young head,
A ring for a bride,
Joy for the homestead
Clean and wide
Who's that waiting
In the rain outside?
A heart for an old friend,
A hand for the new:
Love can to earth lend
Heaven's hue
Who's that standing
In the silver dew?
A smile for the parting,
A tear as they go,
God's sweethearting
Ends just so
Who's that watching
Where the black winds blow?
He who is waiting
In the rain outside,
He who is standing
Where the dew drops wide,
He who is watching
In the wind must ride
(Tho' the pale hands cling)
With the rose
And the ring
And the bride,
Must ride
With the red of the rose,
And the gold cf the ring,
And the lips and the hair of the bride.