First Line: Twill not be long — our journey here,

'Twill not be long — 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 —
This march of time, if faith be strong,
Will end in bliss ; 'twill not be long !