Last Night For The First Time, O Heart'S Delight, I Held Your Hand A Moment In My Own, The Dearest Moment Which My Soul Has Known, Since I Beheld And Loved You At First Sight. I Left You, And I Wandered In The Night, Under The Rain, Beside The Ocean'S Moan. All Was Black Dark, But In The North Alone There Was A Glimmer Of The Northern Light. My Heart Was Singing Like A Happy Bird, Glad Of The Present, And From Forethought Free, Save For One Note Amid Its Music Heard: God Grant, Whatever End Of This May Be, That When The Tale Is Told, The Final Word May Be Of Peace And Benison To Thee.