Love

Like the rosy northern glow
Flushing on a moonless night
Where the world is level snow,
So thy light.
In my time of outer gloom
Thou didst come, a tender lure;
Thou, when life was but a tomb,
Beamedst pure.
Thus I looked to heaven again,
Yearning up with eager eyes,
As sunflow'rs after dreary rain
Drink the skies.
Oh glow on and brighter glow,
Let me ever gaze on thee,
Lest I lose warm hope and so
Cease to be.
(Arthur Maquarie, 1874 – ?)