Guiding star
My loveliest dream! In thee I hold
The last relics of hope and faith
Which blest with thy perpetual grace
Where all my sorrows I enfold
My soul suffers; I scarce can brook
This constant anguish deep within
With nought the void can be fill in
And in mine eyes there is blank look
Wheresoe’er my poor soul may roam,
It brims with sorrow’s loneliness,
‘Tis lost into such deep distress
Oh when at last it’ll find its home?!
Thro’ wasted lands and barren plains
I take this somber walk alone.
The wind brings me a distant moan:
The echo of my woe remains.
And any path I choose to tread
And any road whereon I go
Art thorny, curved and down below
There is no light to loom ahead
Dolorous burthen that I bear:
My sadness that I can’t confine,
Around my heart its ropes entwine;
Its mock I see in every tear.
Oh, summer rain! Hush my dismay,
While thy drops do conceal my tears,
An’ then drown my unspoken fears
At fairy dawn of new to-day
The calm of starry heavens far
I stand and watch in great delight;
My hands are full of silver light
My dream, thou art my guiding star!
31 March 2006