And in life's noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless love of thee, The heart's self-solace and soliloquy. You mould my hopes, you fashion me within ; And to the leading love-throb in the heart
Thro' all my being, thro' my pulse's beat ; You lie in all my many thoughts, like light, Like the fair light of dawn, or summer eve On rippling stream, or cloud-reflecting lake. And looking to the heaven, that bends above you, How oft! I bless the lot that made me love you.
