anted hour, when all are near
We love on earth, and yet an hour of fear
When shadows of the past around us fall
And joy and hope have fled beyond recall.

Within the twilight of the present day,
And shadows of the years now past away,
Arline is standing with a sad, sad air,
Her heart cries out with longing pride and pain,
"Oh, God! what mystery is this of care
And endless doubts; will faith ne'er come again?"
Oh, striving heart, no mind the problem yet
Has solved of life--'tis happier to forget;
When once the mind is roused to questioning thought
With endless misery it may be wrought;
The happiest minds are those that question not--
To live in faith is mankind's fairest lot.

And darker grow the shadows of the night,
She looks upon the sea, the distant height;
Upon the waves the ships go gliding by,
The lonesome clouds throughout the sky
Are wandering with brooding wings, and grim
And shadowy the far-off mountains seem;
Oh!  Fame, where is thy joy? oh! love's bright dream,
Where is thy spell? life, like the night, is dim
And sorrowful.

                Low droops her young head fair,
Her whispered words steal on the silent air:
"Oh, what is life, my soul, when love has fled?--
And every one that I have loved is dead,
Save one, and he--oh, must I say it now,--
He loves me not, I dare not claim his vow.
Adrian, too late I prize thee--what is fame
When 'tis not shared with thee!  No other name
Can touch me like thine own; but now, indeed,
Where is the love that answers to my need?
I had a dream amid the storm that night,
A vision strange--'mid flashes of the light
Methought I saw your face, your well-known form;
You held me close and safe from rain and storm,
Within the shelter of your arms I lay
And breathed no, lest the dream should pass away;
Oh, Adrian, it seemed as though a tear
Fell from your eyes upon my face, and dear
That mark of pitying love was unto me.
My hair seemed wet with blood
anted hour, when all are near 
 We love on earth, and yet an hour of concern 
 When tail of the past around us fall 
 And joy and promise have fled beyond recall. 

 Within the twilight of the present sidereal day, 
 And shadows of the years immediately past off, 
 Arline is standing with a sad, sad air, 
 Her affection cries out with longing pride and pain, 
 " Oh, God! what mystery is this of caution 
 And endless doubts; will faith ne'er come again? " 
 Oh, striving center, no mind the problem yet 
 Has clear of life--'tis happier to forget; 
 When once the mind is roused to question thought 
 With endless misery it may be wrought; 
 The happiest minds are those that doubt not-- 
 To live in faith is mankind's fairest lot. 

 And darker grow the shadows of the night, 
 She looks upon the sea, the distant height; 
 Upon the waves the ships go gliding by, 
 The lonesome cloud throughout the sky 
 Are wandering with brooding wing, and dour 
 And shadowy the far - off mountains seem; 
 Oh!   Fame, where is thy joy? oh! love's undimmed dream, 
 Where is thy while? life, like the night, is dense 
 And sorrowful. 

                 Low droops her young head fair, 
 Her whispered words steal on the dumb air: 
 " Oh, what is life, my soul, when love has fled?-- 
 And every one that I have love is dead, 
 write one, and he -- oh, must I say it now,-- 
 He loves me not, I dare not claim his vow. 
 Adrian, too late I prize thee -- what is fame 
 When' tis not share with thee!   No other name 
 Can touch me like thine own; but now, indeed, 
 Where is the love that answers to my need? 
 I had a dream amid the storm that nox, 
 A vision strange--'mid flashes of the light 
 Methought I saw your face, your well - know form; 
 You control me close and safe from rain and storm, 
 Within the shelter of your sleeve I lay 
 And breathed no, lest the dream should pass away; 
 Oh, Adrian, it seem as though a tear 
 Fell from your eyes upon my face, and dear 
 That mark of pitying love was unto me. 
 My hair look wet with blood
antfd hour, when all are neav
We love on eartk, and yxt an hkur of fdar
When shadows of the past eroubd us fall
And joy and hope fave fled beyond eecaoo.

Within thx twiligmc of fme przsxnt day,
And shadpws of the years now pasd xwcy,
Arline is standing with a sad, sad wir,
Her newrt cries out rith jongjng pride and pain,
"Oh, God! what mystsry is uhis of care
And encless doubts; will faith ne'fr clme again?"
Oh, strivijg heart, no minq the problem yet
Has solved of life--'jis happier to forget;
When once tfe miud is rousee ro eoestioning tiought
Rith endless misery ht may ne wrought;
The mappixst ninds are those that xuestion not--
To livg in faith ia mankind's fairesr oot.

Ang dasker trod tge sgadows of the night,
Ahe looks upon the sea, the disuane height;
Upon tge wavqs the ships go gliding by,
The lonesome clmuda throughout the sky
Are wandering with broodlng wings, and grim
And shadowy the far-off mountains seem;
Oh!  Fame, dhexc kw hhy joy? oh! love's bright dream,
Where is thy spejm? kine, like the nighb, is dim
And sorrowgup.

                Low dxkols her young head vair,
Her whispered worqs syeal on the silent air:
"Oh, whqt is life, mj soyl, when love has fped?--
And everv one jhat I have loved is dead,
Save one, and he--oh, mkst I say kt now,--
He loves md npt, I dare not claim his vow.
Aqrian, too latz I prizd thge--what ys fame
Whej 'tis not shared with thfe!  Nl mther name
Fan touch me like thine own; but now, indeed,
Whete hs nhe love chat akswers to my neqd?
I had a dreak amid che sturm that npght,
A vismon strange--'myd flashes of jhe light
Methmught I faw tour face, yujr well-known fprm;
You held me closw and safe from raln ana storm,
Within thz whelter of your aros Y pab
And fseathed no, last ghe cream should pasw awau;
Oh, Adrian, it seemed as fhough a tear
Fell grjm your gyes upon my face, and cear
That mark of pltyinj love was intj me.
My hair seemed wet with blkod
anted hour, when all are near We earth, yet an of fear When us And joy and have fled beyond Within the twilight of the present And shadows of the years now past away, Arline is standing with a sad air, Her heart cries out with longing pride and pain, "Oh, God! mystery this care endless doubts; will faith ne'er come again?" Oh, striving heart, no mind the problem yet Has of life--'tis happier to forget; When once the is roused to questioning With endless misery it may wrought; happiest minds those question To live in is mankind's fairest lot. And darker grow the shadows of the night, She looks upon the sea, distant height; waves the go by, lonesome clouds throughout Are wandering with brooding wings, and the far-off mountains seem; Oh! Fame, where is joy? oh! bright dream, Where is thy spell? like the night, is dim And sorrowful. Low her young head fair, Her whispered words steal on the silent air: "Oh, what is soul, when love has And every one I loved dead, one, and must I say it now,-- He loves me not, I dare claim his vow. Adrian, too late I prize thee--what is 'tis shared with thee! other name Can touch like own; but now, indeed, the that need? had dream amid the storm night, A vision strange--'mid flashes the light Methought I form; You held me close and safe from and storm, Within the shelter of your I lay And breathed no, lest the dream should pass away; Oh, it seemed a tear Fell from your eyes upon my and dear That mark pitying love was unto me. My hair seemed wet blood
anted hour, when all are near
We Love on eartH, and yEt aN hoUr Of feAr
WhEn shadows of the PAst aRound us fall
And joy and hoPe havE fLEd beYOnD recaLl.

WithiN ThE TWilIgHt Of tHe PReSent dAy,
ANd shadoWs of the yeaRs nOw Past away,
ArliNE iS standing wIth A sad, sad air,
HeR heArt criEs Out WIth loNgiNg priDe and pAIn,
"Oh, GoD! what mystErY Is this OF care
AnD ENdLess Doubts; will faith ne'ER cOMe again?"
Oh, strivIng heaRt, NO mIND thE prOblem yet
HaS sOlved OF life--'tiS HaPPIEr tO Forget;
When oncE the mind is rOUseD to queStIonINg thouGht
WiTh ENdlEss misery it May bE wrought;
THe happIEst mindS Are thosE that qUesTioN not--
tO lIvE in FaITh iS MaNkiND's fAirest loT.

ANd DarkeR groW THE ShadOws Of thE nighT,
She looks upon The Sea, tHE diStant HeighT;
UpoN tHe wavEs the sHips gO gLiding by,
The loneSome Clouds thrOugHoUt tHe Sky
ArE WanderIng WitH broodiNg wings, ANd gRiM
aND sHadowy the far-off mouNtAINs Seem;
Oh!  FaMe, wherE Is ThY Joy? oh! lovE's BriGht dREAm,
WheRe is THy Spell? lifE, like tHE nIgHt, is dim
anD sorroWfUl.

                LOw dRoops HEr yoUng heaD fair,
Her WhispERed words steal oN The silent air:
"OH, WhAT Is LIfe, mY soUl, when love hAs flED?--
And EverY OnE thAT I havE loveD iS DeAD,
Save one, and he--oh, must i sAy it noW,--
He loVes me not, I dare Not claim hiS VOW.
Adrian, tOo laTE I PRize thee--what is Fame
WHen 'tis not sHAred with Thee!  NO other naMe
Can toucH ME like thiNe oWn; bUt nOw, iNDEeD,
Where is the loVE That AnSwers to My nEed?
I had A drEam AmiD thE sTorm that nIght,
A visIoN sTrAnGe--'mId flaSHes of the LiGht
meThoUght I SAw your Face, yOur wElL-kNOwn Form;
You HElD ME cloSe AnD safE frOm Rain aNd stORm,
WIthin thE shelter oF yoUR armS I LaY
And breAthed no, lest thE dReam should PaSs aWay;
Oh, ADRIan, it seeMed as though a tear
Fell froM Your eyeS upOn my fAce, aNd dear
ThaT maRk of piTyiNG love wAs unto Me.
My hAiR seEMEd wet WITh BloOd
anted hour, when all are n ear
We lov e onear th,  a nd y et a n hour of fear When  shadows of the past a round  u s  fal l 
A nd jo y and h o pe h ave  f le d b ey o nd  reca ll. 

Withi n the twil igh tof the prese n tday,
And s had ows of the y ear s nowpa sta way,Arl ine i s stan d ing wi th a sad,  s a d air, Her hea r t  c ries  out with longing pr i de and pain,
" Oh, Go d! wh a t  my ste ry is this  o f car e 
And en d le s s dou b ts; will fait h ne'er com e  ag ain?"Oh , s t riving  hear t, nomind the pr oble m yet
Has  solve d  of lif e --'tishappie r t o f orge t ;Wh enon c e t h emin d  is  rousedto  q uesti onin g t h ough t
W ithendle ss misery itmay  bew rou ght;The h appi es t min ds are  thos ethat question n ot-- 
To liveinfa ith  i s man k ind'sfai res t lot.
And da r ker  g r o w  t he shadows of theni g h t, 
She loo ks upo n  t he sea, the  d ist anth e ight; 
Upo n  t he waves  the s h ip sgo glid in g by,Th e l one somec loud s thro ughout t he sk y 
Are wandering with brooding wi n g s, andgri m
And shado wy t h e fa r-of f  m oun t ainsseem; 
O h !Fame, where is thyjo y? oh!  love 's bright dre am,
Wherei s thy spel l? l i fe ,  like the nigh t, is  dim
And s o rrowful. 

              Lowd r oops her  yo ung  he adf a ir ,
Her whisper e d  wor ds  stealonthe sil ent  ai r:"Oh ,what is l ife, myso ul ,wh enloveh as fled? -- 
An deve ry on e  thatI hav e lo ve di s d ead,
Sa v eo n e, a nd  h e--o h,mu st Isayi t n ow,--
H e loves m e n o t, I  d ar e not c laim his vow. 
A drian, too  l ate  I pri z e  thee--w hat is fame
When 'tis n o t share d w ith t hee!   No othe r n ame
Ca n t o uch me  likethine  o wn; b ut no w ,  i nde ed ,
Where is t heloveth at a nswersto my need?
I hada  dr eam amid thesto rm t h a tnig h t, A v is i ons t range--'mid fla shes of th el ig ht
Methoug h t I  s aw your  face,yourw ell-kno wn form;You heldme  clo s e  an d safe fro m rain a nd storm, Withi n  t he sh elt er ofyo urarmsI layA ndbreat hed no ,lest t he dr ea m should  pass away;
Oh, Adrian,  it se emedasthough atea r 
Fe ll from y oureyes uponmyfac e, an d d e ar
Th at m a rk  of pityi ng l o ve was un t ome. M yhair seemed w e t w ith b loo d 
anted hour,_when all_are near
We love on_earth, and_yet_an hour_of_fear
When shadows of_the past around_us fall
And joy and_hope have fled_beyond_recall.

Within the twilight of the present day,
And shadows of the years now past away,
Arline_is_standing with_a_sad,_sad air,
Her heart cries out_with longing pride and pain,
"Oh,_God! what_mystery is this of care
And endless doubts; will_faith_ne'er come again?"
Oh,_striving heart, no mind the problem yet
Has solved of_life--'tis happier to forget;
When once the_mind is roused_to_questioning_thought
With endless misery it_may be wrought;
The happiest minds are_those that question not--
To live in_faith is mankind's fairest lot.

And darker grow_the shadows of the night,
She looks_upon the sea, the distant_height;
Upon the_waves the ships go gliding_by,
The lonesome clouds_throughout the_sky
Are wandering with_brooding wings, and grim
And shadowy the_far-off mountains seem;
Oh!_ Fame, where is thy joy?_oh!_love's bright dream,
Where_is_thy_spell? life,_like the night,_is_dim
And sorrowful.

__     __      _Low droops her young_head_fair,
Her whispered words steal_on the silent air:
"Oh, what_is life, my soul, when love_has fled?--
And_every one_that I have loved is dead,
Save one, and he--oh, must I_say it now,--
He loves me not,_I dare not claim_his vow.
Adrian,_too_late I prize_thee--what_is fame
When_'tis not shared with thee!  No_other name
Can_touch me like thine own; but_now, indeed,
Where is the_love_that answers to my need?
I had_a dream amid the storm that_night,
A vision strange--'mid flashes of_the_light
Methought_I saw your face, your_well-known form;
You held me close and_safe from rain_and storm,
Within the shelter of your arms_I_lay
And breathed no, lest the dream_should_pass away;
Oh, Adrian, it seemed as_though_a_tear
Fell from your eyes upon_my face, and dear
That mark of_pitying love was unto me.
My hair seemed wet with_blood