The old inspiring strain Through the long hours I say, "The night must fade and wane, Sorrow must fly away." "The night must fade and wane, The morn's bewildering ray Shall pierce the night of rain, Some day, some beauteous day. Shall pierce the night of rain, Autumn shall bloom like May, Delight shall spring from pain; Sorrow must fly away. Delight shall spring from pain; Though on my life, grief's gray Bleak shadow long hath lain, Some day, some beauteous day, Sorrow must fly away. Bleak shadow long hath lain, Sorrow must fly away. III. When love is lost, the day sets toward the night. Albeit the morning sun may still be bright, And not one cloud ship sails across the sky. Yet from the places where it used to lie, Gone is the lustrous glory of the light. No splendor rests on any mountain height, No scene spreads fair, and beauteous, to the sight. All, all seems dull and dreary to the eye, When love is lost. When love is lost. Love lends to life its grandeur and its might, Love goes, and leaves behind it gloom and blight. Like ghosts of time the pallid hours drag by, And grief's one happy thought is that we die. Ah! what can recompense us for its flight, When love is lost. When love is lost. IV. Life is a ponderous lesson book, and Fate The teacher. When I came to love's fair leaf My teacher turned the page and bade me wait. "Learn first," she said, "love's grief"; And o'er and o'er through many a long to-morrow She
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