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I wake to stretch my fond arms forth,
In grief and sudden fear;
To weep, to call upon thy name,
Yet know thou canst not hear!
Constance, my bride,
My heart's dear pride,
Say, is it well with thee?
In grief and sudden fear;
To weep, to call upon thy name,
Yet know thou canst not hear!
Constance, my bride,
My heart's dear pride,
Say, is it well with thee?
I wake to traverse, step by step,
The sweet paths of our past,
Where the throb of bliss first woke our hearts,
And the tide of life ran fast;
When I sunned me, through enchanted days,
In thy beauty's splendid light;
When thy love was with me in my sleep,
And hallowed all the night.
Constance, my bride,
My heart's dear pride,
Say, is it well with thee?
The sweet paths of our past,
Where the throb of bliss first woke our hearts,
And the tide of life ran fast;
When I sunned me, through enchanted days,
In thy beauty's splendid light;
When thy love was with me in my sleep,
And hallowed all the night.
Constance, my bride,
My heart's dear pride,
Say, is it well with thee?
O, life is full, O, life is deep,
O, earth is fair to see,
A beautiful and blessed place,
For it holdeth love and thee!
O, earth is fair to see,
A beautiful and blessed place,
For it holdeth love and thee!
