Classic Poem

O THE visions that the night brings,
O the fluttering of white wings,
O benignant eyes and beautiful that down upon us bend!
O the hum of happy voices,
O the glad throng that rejoices,
When the visions of the midnight bring the absent friend to friend!

O the dainty feet that find me,
O the dimpled arms that bind me,
Of the little love that softly from the star-land comes to me!
O the gladness, past revealing,
Filling soul and heart and feeling,
When upon my yearning bosom she is sleeping peacefully!

Ah, how sweet to know this dreaming
Is a glimpse, a twilight gleaming,
Of the beauty and the glory of the heaven we adore;
And the faces which behold us,
And the arms that fondly fold us,
Are the faces and embraces of the loved ones gone before.

O the comfort that the night brings,
O the fluttering of white wings,
O benignant eyes and beautiful that down upon us bend!
O the hum of happy voices,
O the glad throng that rejoices,
When the visions of the midnight bring the absent friend to friend!