Think ye not love dies in an hour—a day; ’Tis his dim, dull shadow, o’er which men weep, When a sun-cloud gives to the shadow, sleep; But Immortal love, ever close beside, Through life’s midnight hours will undimmed abide. Watch and pray, lone Soul, for the love that lasts; Sighing not o’er shadows another casts; Lest a passion-cloud should engulf your way, Till you, helpless and hopeless, drift astray. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES 1. Table of Contents added by transcriber. 2. Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling. 3. Archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings retained as printed. 4. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Reinstern, by Eloise O. Richberg