Francis W.T. Cooper
When thro our lovely, glens I stride,
Soft gentle rain, doth fall
'Tis the tears of angels, absolving blessing, all
For you my love, are by my side.
Step, by step, each day,
'Tho long gone, your prescence's felt
Each step along the way,
And 'tho I stumble, sometimes fall,
Those angels tears, revive.