The World To-Day Is Radiant, As I Ne'er Could Picture It In Wildest Dreaming, When For Long, Long Hours I Lay In Flowery Glen Or Wooded Copse, And Tried In Vain To Tear The Glamour From My Eyes, And Face The Glare And Tumult Of The Busy World Of Men. I Staked My All, And Won! And Ne'er Again Can My Blest Spirit Know A Heart'S Despair. And Yet - And Yet - Why Should It Be That Now, When All My Heart Has Longed For Is At Last Within My Grasp, And I Should Be At Rest, A Ghostly Something Rising In The Glow Of Love'S Own Fire, An Uninvited Guest, Taunts Me With Just One Memory Of The Past!