Trusting Still.

When shall we meet again?     One more year passed;     One more of grief and pain; -     Maybe the last.     Are the years sending us     Farther apart?     Or love still blending us     Heart into heart?     Do love's fond memories     Brighten the way,     Or faith's fell enemies     Darken thy day?     Oh! could the word unkind     Be recalled now,     Or in the years behind     Buried lie low,     How would my heart rejoice     As round it fell,     Sweet cadence of thy voice,     Still loved so well.     Sometimes when sad it seems     Whisperings say:     "Cherish thy baseless dreams,     Yet whilst thou may,     Try not to pierce the veil,     Lest thou should'st see,     Only a dark'ning vale     Stretching for thee."     But Hope's mist-shrouded sun     Once more breaks out,     Chasing the shadows dim,     Heavy with doubt.     And far ahead I see,     Two rays entwine;     One faint, as soul of me,     One bright like thine.     And in that welcome sign,     Clearly I view,     Proof of this trust of mine, -     Thou art still true.