You shall remember dimly, Through mists of far-away, Her whom, our lips set grimly, We carried forth today. But when, in days hereafter, Unfolding time shall bring Knowledge of love and laughter And trust and triumphing, - Then from some face the fairest, From some most joyous breast, Garner what there is rarest And happiest and best, - The youth, the light, the rapture Of eager April grace, - And in that sweetness, capture Your mother's far-off face. And all the mists shall perish That have between you moved. You shall see her you cherish; And love, as we have loved.