OH, hail we, hail we, sisters dear, This blest reunion sweet! The hours of absence perished are, As sister spirits meet. The bridal wreaths adorn the brows Of some with bright hopes flushed, While others come in weeds of woe, With young hearts deeply crushed.
How short it seems since last we met, With bowed hearts, 'round the bier Of one we never can forget, Though now no longer near. But though dark clouds have dimmed the past In tearful heaviness, We look beyond the shadows cast,— The chastening hand still bless.
As morning beams dispel the shades Of gloom that veiled the night, So hope a radiant gleam now spreads Of sweet effulgent light. The future brightens as we gaze, And Faith, with trustful eye, Sees far above the heavenly rays Of Love's star from on high.
