OH, hail we, hail we, sisters dear,This blest reunion sweet!The hours of absence perished are,As sister spirits meet.The bridal wreaths adorn the browsOf some with bright hopes flushed,While others come in weeds of woe,With young hearts deeply crushed.
How short it seems since last we met,With bowed hearts, 'round the bierOf one we never can forget,Though now no longer near.But though dark clouds have dimmed the pastIn tearful heaviness,We look beyond the shadows cast,—The chastening hand still bless.
As morning beams dispel the shadesOf gloom that veiled the night,So hope a radiant gleam now spreadsOf sweet effulgent light.The future brightens as we gaze,And Faith, with trustful eye,Sees far above the heavenly raysOf Love's star from on high.
