I walked alone under cover of night. One star with her brilliant light Outshone the moon. Silently she wished us peace Now and beyond our mortal lease, Be it far or soon, And spoke: “New hope in every child still springs Even in tears, and as her laughter rings, As her life is woven on the loom, "Both bitter and sweet may this weave be, But from bitterness may she soon be free, And sweetness always be her friend. “As by light’s absence you will know the light, From the bitter may she know the sweet, For both will guide her to love’s seat, Thus filled with peace may be her flight.”