Ye lingering hours, wheel swift away,And usher in the joyful day,
She is gone! she is gone! A God of loveHas called her up to His side above;
The billowy shore is booming loudThe sky is black with storm and cloud,
Fly, ye hours, the best, the brightest:Best are they that fleet the lightest!
The Lord hath builded for Himself;He needs no earthly dome:
