Verses (With lingering step from thee I go)

With lingering step from thee I go,To wander in a distant clime,But oh! this heart can never know,A moment's change from place or time.

Still fondly true to thee its beat,And all beside is nothingness—In sacred thought our spirits meet,With an imparted tenderness.

And ever at the evening hour,Some lovely dream of thee will rise;And memory's sweet, consoling powerIn absence calm my secret sighs.