We know not yet what life shall be

We know not yet what life shall be,
What shore beyond earth's shore be set;
What grief awaits us, or what glee,
We know not yet.

Still, somewhere in sweet converse met,
Old friends, we say, beyond death's sea
Shall meet and greet us, nor forget
Those days of yore, those years when we

Were loved and true — but will death let
Our eyes the longed-for vision see?
We know not yet.