Three Songs , opus 19

For me the jasmine buds unfold
 And silver daisies star the lea,
The crocus hoards the sunset gold,
 And the wild rose breathes for me.
I feel the sap through the bough returning,
 I share the skylark's transport fine,
I know the fountain's wayward yearning,
 I love, and the world is mine!

I love, and thoughts that sometime grieved,
 Still well remembered, grieve not me;
From all that darkened and deceived
 Upsoars my spirit free.
For soft the hours repeat one story,
 Sings the sea one strain divine;
My clouds arise all flushed with glory --
 I love, and the world is mine!

Only to dream among the fading flowers,
Only to glide along the tranquil sea;
Ah dearest, dearest, have we not together
One long, bright day of love, glad and free?

Only to rest through life, in storm and sunshine,
Safe in thy breast, where sorrow dare not fly;
Ah dearest, dearest, thus in sweetest rapture
With thee to live, with thee at last to die!

I stood at the window one evening
As the sun was sinking low,
And the shadows a mantle were weaving
To cover the earth below,
And the crimson gates of the west
Were flooded with amber and gold,
A gleam of the home of the blest,
Whose glories to us are untold.

And I wondered if the bright angels,
When they bore our loved ones away
To the beautiful home o'er the river,
Where life is an endless day,
Passed through those clouds bright and golden
As they went to the land of the blest
If Heaven lies just over yonder,
Near the golden gates of the west.