Hold my hand in quiet serenity
And walk with me upon the sands of time;
Our hopes will guide deserved prosperity
And lead us to elusive lands sublime.
The long dark night will find us by our fire,
As will the wind and rain or wretched storm,
And in its peaceful glow we will retire
And wait the coming of each fresh new morn.
In noiseless emerald glens we’ll take respite
And slake our thirst by crystal mountain streams;
We’ll dine in nature’s gardens of delight
And feed our souls with glad and golden dreams.
These are my fondest hopes, my wish for you,
For with your grace all wishes can come true.
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