Through The Long Days.

A poem by John Milton Hay

Through the long days and years
What will my loved one be,
Parted from me?
Through the long days and years.

Always as then she was,
Loveliest, brightest, best,
Blessing and blest, -
Always as then she was.

Never on earth again
Shall I before her stand,
Touch lip or hand, -
Never on earth again.

But while my darling lives
Peaceful I journey on,
Not quite alone,
Not while my darling lives.

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