|line||Thus did the long sad years glide on, and in seasons and places|
|1240||Divers and distant far was seen the wandering maiden; –|
Now in the Tents of Grace of the meek Moravian Missions,
Now in the noisy camps and the battle-fields of the army,
Now in secluded hamlets, in towns and populous cities.
Like a phantom she came, and passed away unremembered.
|1245||Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey;|
Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended.
Each succeeding year stole something away from her beauty,
Leaving behind it, broader and deeper, the gloom and the shadow.
Then there appeared and spread faint streaks of gray o'er her forehead,
|1250||Dawn of another life, that broke o'er her earthly horizon,|
As in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morning.