We borrow, In our sorrow, From the sun of some to-morrow Half the light that gilds¹ to-day； And the splendor² Flashes tender O'er hope's footsteps to defend her From the fears that haunt the way.

    We never Here can sever³ Any now from the forever Interclasping near and far！ For each minute Holds within it All the hours of the infinite, As one sky holds every star.