"Through the Long Days"
di Col. John Hay (1838-1905)

Through the long days and years
What will my lov'd 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
Not quite alone,
Not while my darling lives.