Heard (Henderson), Josephine D.
|I LOVE THEE.|
THOU art not near me, but I see Thine eyes,
Shine through the gloom like stars in winter skies --
Pointing the way my longing steps would go,
To come to Thee because I love Thee so.
Thou art not near me, but I feel Thine arm,
Soft folded round me, shielding me from harm,
Guiding me on as in the days of old --
Sometimes life seems so dark, so dreary and so cold.
Thou art not near me, but I hear Thee speak,
Sweet as the breath of June upon my cheek,
And as Thou speakest I forget my fears,
And all the darkness, and my lonely tears.
O love, my love, whatever our fate may be,
Close to Thy side, or never more with Thee,
Absent or present, near or far apart,
Thou hast my love and fillest all my heart.