Till a child's face lighten again

On the twilight of older faces;

Till a child's voice fall as the dew

On furrows with heat parched through

And all but hopeless of grain,

Refreshing the desolate places—

Fall clear on the ears of us hearkening

And hungering for food of the sound

And thirsting for joy of his voice:

Till the hearts in us hear and rejoice,

And the thoughts of them doubting and darkening

Rejoice with a glad thing found. 

322When the heart of our gladness is gone,

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What comfort is left with us after?

When the light of our eyes is away,

What glory remains upon May,

What blessing of song is thereon

If we drink not the light of his laughter?

No small sweet face with the daytime

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