Children, do you ever,
In walks by land or sea,
Meet a little maiden
Long time lost to me!
She is gay and gladsome,
Has a laughing face,
And a heart as sunny;
And her name is Grace.
Naught she knows of sorrow,
...
What, are you hurt, Sweet? So am I;
Cut to the heart;
Though I may neither moan nor cry,
To ease the smart.
Where was it, Love? Just here! So wide
Upon your cheek!
Oh happy pain that needs no pride,
And may dare speak....
From far away, from far away,
It journeyed swiftly night and day,
It rested not. With cruel haste
It crossed the ocean’s trackless waste.
It swerved no moment in its flight
Through mist and storm and deepest night.
No mercy prompted it to stay,...
