Sometime it will Come

Sometime the day will come, my dearest,When you and I no longer wait at evenFor the coming form of one who is the nearestEach to the other, on this earth or heaven.

A day will dawn, when one of us stand lonely,Thinking of the past and all it gave;And if the love we bore each other onlyWent beyond a lowly, grass-grown grave?

If, when the gates swung wide for some to enter,You would stand waiting on the other sideFor me, or I should linger—loving; tender,Waiting at the golden gate for thee.

Ah,"sometime it will come," perhaps at twilight,Sadder still, at lonely midnight hour;When we are thus stricken by the chilling blightThat comes to every human flower.

My tears fall now at e'en the thought of parting,Then what would follow, when real parting came?Even as deep pains, my heart for thee is darting,So 'twould manifold, in greater name.

Then darling, as ve know an hour is coming,Or a day—it may be many years—When we, as in all Nature summing,Say, "good-bye, love," low, with falling tears,

Let us prove by every passing hour of living,That purest love and trust are best, and yetWhen mistakes come, be e'en so forgiving,That death will bring no shadow of regret.