How shall I know her, God, in that great world, br After the grief of this is past and gone? br How shall I know her when our souls are hurled br Like atoms thro' the night? On that white dawn br How shall I know it is her face that I shall look upon? br br Wan spirits, we shall journey thro' Thy land, br The mist-like wraiths of what we used to be; br O shall I know the pressure of her hand, br And shall I recognize her call to me, br As I do now? Is love the same thro' all eternity? br br How shall I know her, God? I ask but this, br To be assured--a child who is dismayed. br Let me be told that I shall feel her kiss. br ... There is no answer! Lo! my faith is weighed. br Ah! somehow I shall know her, God.