NEVER TO MEET AGAIN.
Copyright, 1888, by J. Chas. Grasmuk. The Standard Music Co.
On a crowded street one evening, when the lights were flickering low,
I saw a face of queenly form and grace,
Pass into the surging rabble and amid the seething stream-
Then fade away Forevermore like some sweet pleasant dream.
With beating heart I hastened to cross the chosen way.
That ere the darkness chastened from me each hopeful ray;
And I sped along the pathway 'neath the stars that softly shone,
To see that form, to meet that face, but I was left alone.
Never to meet again, never again to see;
Never to see her face-never, save in dreaming;
Unless perchance we meet on some fair golden street.
Never to see her face, never more to meet;
Never to see, never to see; never to meet again.
Ah! methinks I see that vision as it haunteth me each day,
In waking and in dreaming evermore;
And wherever I may wander, in the street or in the lea,
That face-that form of godly grace-doth guide and comfort me.
With longing soul I hearken to meet the image fair,
Yet every day must darken my hopes in deep despair;
For the image of that picture fled with never hope but this:
That up above, some day we'll meet-borne day we'll meet again.-Chorus.