For a season there must be pain-- br For a little, little space br I shall lose the sight of her face, br Take back the old life again br While She is at rest in her place. br br For a season this pain must endure, br For a little, little while br I shall sigh more often than smile br Till time shall work me a cure, br And the pitiful days beguile. br br For that season we must be apart, br For a little length of years, br Till my life's last hour nears, br And, above the beat of my heart, br I hear Her voice in my ears. br br But I shall not understand-- br Being set on some later love, br Shall not know her for whom I strove, br Till she reach me forth her hand, br Saying, "Who but I have the right?" br And out of a troubled night br Shall draw me safe to the land.