The breezes blow on the river below, br And the fleecy clouds float high, br And I mark how the dark green gum trees match br The bright blue dome of the sky. br The rain has been, and the grass is green br Where the slopes were bare and brown, br And I see the things that I used to see br In the days ere my head went down. br br I have found a light in my long dark night, br Brighter than stars or moon; br I have lost the fear of the sunset drear, br And the sadness of afternoon. br Here let us stand while I hold your hand, br Where the light’s on your golden head— br Oh! I feel the thrill that I used to feel br In the days ere my heart was dead.