There are gongs from a gage
Like a beautiful dream
And I seek there in vain
By the meadow and stream
Oft I breathe out your name
To the wind floating by
But the sweet voice is
New to my cry

In the stillness of night
When the stars mildly shine
My heart fondly holds
A communion with God
For I feel though art near
And where e'er I may be
That the spirit of love
Watches over me

Oft the birds in the bower
Now companions I make
Every temple wild flower
I prize for the sake
Deep woods and dark clouds
Can a pleasure impart
For the solitude
Suits my poor heart

Though art gone from a gage
And I will not repine
Here lonely shall meet
In a home that is thine
For I feel though art near
And where e'er I may be
That the spirit of love
Watches over me