WILD RASPBERRY. 59 



In a Still, safe room thou dost dwell apart, 

 Thy spirit pure in my loving heart, 

 So fair, so dear, so true, thou art ; — 

 So doth my love enfold thee. 



When I faint with thirst on a dusty way, 

 A pure spring flows for me every day, — 



I drink thy love forever ; 

 I wander alone at dead of night, 

 But ever before me I see a light. 

 In darkest hours more clear, more bright ; 

 And the hope that I bear fails never. 



Though I have journeyed across the sea, 

 Still before me thy face I see. 



Thy form still goes before me ; 

 And I whisper thy name to the woods and caves, 

 And I sing it aloud to the rushing waves; 

 And I have all that my spirit craves. 



When the thought of thee comes o'er me. 



When thou dost not know what the little brooks sav. 

 Think they go sadly upon their way. 

 Because we two are parted ; 



