'Twill not be long â our journey here ; Each broken sigh and falling tear Will soon be gone; and all will be A cloudless sky, a waveless sea.
Roll on, . . dark stream ! . . We dread not thy foam ; The pilgrim is longing for home, sweet home.
2. 'Twill not be long ! the yearning heart May feel its every hope depart, And grief be mingled with its song ; We'll meet again, 'twill not be long !
3. Though sad we mark the closing eye Of those we loved in days gone by, Yet sweet in death their latest song : " We'll meet again, 'twill not be long ! "
4. These chequered wilds, with thorns o'erspread, Through which our way so oft is led â This march of time, if faith be strong, Will end in bliss ; 'twill not be long !