SINCE thou hast given me this good hope, O God,

That while my footsteps tread¹ the flowery sod

And the great woods embower me, and white dawn

And purple even sweetly lead me on

From day to day, and night to night, O God,

My life shall no wise miss the light of love;

But ever climbing, climb above

Man’s one poor star, man’s supine lands,

Into the azure² steadfastness³ of death,

My life shall no wise lack the light of love,

My hands not lack the loving touch of hands;

But day by day, while yet I draw my breath,

And day by day, unto my last of years,

I shall be one that has a perfect friend.

Her heart shall taste my laughter and my tears,

And her kind eyes shall lead me to the end.

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