Show I g I RENO UNCIE3IENT I must strong not think o thee and tired yet I shun the thought that lurks In all de light The thought of thee and in the blue Heavens height And in the sweetest passage of a song Oh just beyond the fairest thoughts that throng This breast the thought of thee waits hidden yet bright But it must never never come in sight I must stop short of thee the whole day long But when sleep comes to close each difficult dif-ficult day When night gives pause to the long watch I keep And all my bonds I needs must loose apart Must doff my will as raiment laid away With the first dream that comes with the first sleep I run I run I am gathered to thy heart Alice Meynell |