Unfaithful paths led me astray,
So sad and so uncertain, they;
And your dear hands became my guide.
Upon horizon's distant wane,
Dawn's faintest hope began to gain,
And your dear eyes were morning come.
No noise, not even footfall's crack,
Could foil the traveler turning back,
And your dear voice said, "Keep your stride!"
Sweet love has conquered whole and part –
And frightened was my somber heart,
That cried alone on its sad rhumb –
Sweet joy will join two paths as one.