42
RECONCILIATION.
Yes, all is well. The cloud hath passed away
That hung above our friendship's path awhile;
For truth hath pierced it with a golden ray,
And love's own sunshine bathed it in a smile.
Yes, all is well. The cloud hath passed away
That hung above our friendship's path awhile;
For truth hath pierced it with a golden ray,
And love's own sunshine bathed it in a smile.
Yes, all is well, my brother. See, I place
My hand upon my late tumultuous heart,
And its soft pulses speak the calm of peace,
Which sweetest is just after storms depart.
My hand upon my late tumultuous heart,
And its soft pulses speak the calm of peace,
Which sweetest is just after storms depart.
Now let our friendship flow, like gentle river,
With no dark stream its silver waves to stain;
And, O, let no cold wintry iceberg ever
Come floating down its summer tide again!
With no dark stream its silver waves to stain;
And, O, let no cold wintry iceberg ever
Come floating down its summer tide again!
