Cheeriest of maidens, who, with light of bliss
That waneth never in thy gladsome eye,
Passest all lightly earth's sad sorrows by,
Scarce crediting report of aught amiss
In the wide--wasted world; on thee the smile
Of heavenly peacefulness doth ever rest,
And thou art joying in a region blest,
With tempests raging round thee all the while.
So mayest thou ever be, if thou shalt keep
Unfailing communings with Him above;
And in thy sunshine--hours of wakeful love,
And the unchecked confidings of thy sleep,
With pure distilment be thy spirit fed
Of holiest influence, from His presence shed.