You shall remember dimly,
Through mists of far-away,
Her whom, our lips set grimly,
We carried forth today.
But when, in days hereafter,
Unfolding time shall bring
Knowledge of love and laughter
And trust and triumphing,--
Then from some face the fairest,
From some most joyous breast,
Garner what there is rarest
And happiest and best,--
The youth, the light the rapture
Of eager April grace,--
And in that sweetness, capture
Your mother's far-off face.
And all the mists shall perish
That have between you moved.
You shall see her you cherish;
And love, as we have loved.