XXXIV. ‘ACROSS THE STARS”
I
Though thou art far away
Yet, sweetheart, I can pray
For thee.—No leagues of thunder-traversed air
Can bar the passage of the wings of prayer.
II
I have no strength nor power,
My tender one white flower,
To hold thee safe. The Power that sways the sea
Will for a season take the charge from me.
III
The Power that holds the sky
Though my arms be not nigh
Will see that through thine eyes no sad thoughts gleam
But only thine own soul's divine sunbeam.
IV
God bless and keep thee, dear!
Love whisper in thine ear!—
Hope mocks at distance, snaps all chains and bars,
And pure love reaches thee across the stars.
