The Sunshine Of Thy Father'S Fame Sleeps In The Shadows Of Thy Eyes, And Flashes Sometimes When His Name Like A Lost Star Seeks Its Skies. In The Horizons Of Thy Heart His Memory Shines For Aye, A Light That Never Shall Depart Nor Lose A Single Ray. Thou Passest Thro' The Crowds Unknown, So Gentle, So Sweet, And So Shy; Thy Heart Throbs Fast And Sometimes May Grow Low; Then Alone Art The Star In Thy Father'S Sky. 'Tis Fame Enough For Thee To Bear His Name -- Thou Couldst Not Ask For More; Thou Art The Jewel Of Thy Father'S Fame, He Waiteth On The Bright And Golden Shore; He Prayeth In The Great Eternity Beside God'S Throne For Thee.