XV

The Sun! at last the Sun! I write these lines,

Here on my knees, with feeble, fumbling hand.

Look! in yon mountain cleft a radiance shines,

Gleam of a primrose — see it thrill, expand,

Grow glorious. Dear God be praised! it streams

Into the cabin in a gush of gold.

Look! there she stands, the angel of my dreams,

All in the radiant shimmer aureoled;

First as I saw her from my bed of pain;

First as I loved her when the darkness passed.

Now do I know that Life is not in vain;

Now do I know God cares, at last, at last!

Light outlives dark, joy grief, and Love's the sum:

Heart of my heart! Sunshine! I come... I come....