At last, when all the summer shine br That warmed life's early hours is past, br Your loving fingers seek for mine br And hold them close--at last--at last! br Not oft the robin comes to build br Its nest upon the leafless bough br By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,-- br But you, dear heart, you love me now. br br Though there are shadows on my brow br And furrows on my cheek, in truth,-- br The marks where Time's remorseless plough br Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,-- br Though fled is every girlish grace br Might win or hold a lover's vow, br Despite my sad and faded face, br And darkened heart, you love me now! br br I count no more my wasted tears; br They left no echo of their fall; br I mourn no more my lonesome years; br This blessed hour atones for all.