The Day Returns Again

The day returns again
Which once with bitter pain,

And only once for years, we spent apart.
Believe me, on that day
God heard me duly pray
For all his blessings on thy gentle heart:

Of late a cloud o'ercast
Its current; that is past;

But think not it hung lightly on my breast:
Then, as my hours decline,

Still let thy starlight shine
Thro' my lone casement, till at last I rest.