MORE THAN ALL

 

When the night weighs down my eyelids 'till I slumber,

                              Then it seems

Earthly bounds my weary spirit no more cumber,

                              And in dreams

I can see you coming, coming with your hands

                 out­stretched and glad;

I can see the hills around us, and the valleys autumn-

                     clad,

And your eyes look into my eyes with the same sweet

                     look and glad,

                              In my dreams.

 

Then the night-time's velvet curtains softly falling

                              Shut the day

From my eyes, and I am happy.   Softly calling

                              Down the way

Come remembered voices coaxing, there are voices from

                     the glen

Where the little tads went swimming, I can hear them

                     laugh again;

And I hear the waters gurgle as they used to gurgle then,

                              That far day.

 

And I'm happy, more than happy, I can hear the

                              Wild bird's call,

And again I see you flitting, flitting near the

                              Waterfall;

More than perfume of sweet clover softly blowing from

                     the lea,

Stronger than the hills and valleys where I wandered

                     wild and free,

More, ah, more than dreams of boyhood is your memory

                     to me!

                              More than all!

 

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