'Tis a light within that illumes the land;
And free as the birds from sorrow or strife,
Very close together, and hand in hand,
We shall walk on through unlimited life.

'Ah, Harry!' I cried, 'I shall lean on _you_!
'Tis the purest joy to look up so high;
You will teach me all that I ought to do;
On your noble strength can my steps rely.

I hope that you know I am very weak,
Only a poor little thing at the best;
But children can love before they can speak,
And I hope that love will make up the rest.'

Oh beautiful pathway, untouched by care;
Oh you scattered roses on which we tread;
You lead to a church with its holy prayer,
And its Heaven-blessing over us shed!




Nightingales singing an exquisite tune
All the sweet music for me and for you,
Saying my prayers by the light of the moon,
Happy the prayers that are utter'd for two!

Stars in the depth of a fathomless space,
Summer-blue sky by no shadow o'ercast,