Songs of Farewell: IV. There is an Old Belief
John Gibson Lockhart, Hubert Parry
There is an old belief,
That on some solemn shore,
Beyond the sphere of grief
Dear friends shall meet once more.
Beyond the sphere of Time
And Sin and Fate's control,
Serene in changeless prime
Of body and of soul.
That creed I fain would keep,
That hope I'll ne'er forgo,
Eternal be the sleep,
If not to waken so.