Oh, what heed I the joys of Spring! One form I seek in vain ; That one, though near, yet ever far, To clasp her image fair,- In sad and lone despair. Oh, come, thou sweet and winsome one, And I'll gather, and strew beneath thy feet, List to the streamlet's ripple clear, And the birds in the echoing grove, Space is there in the lowliest cot For happiness and love. HÖLTY. DEATH. SAVIOUR, by Thy dying wounds, strengthen Thou my heart In my last hour, when Thy voice calls me to depart; When Death stands beside my couch, and my cheek grows pale, While my fate, for weal or woe, trembles in the scale. Shadows of my faults, depart; darken not that hour With the thought of sins that once o'er my soul had power. Then, o'ershadow me, O Peace, with thy soft still wings, While my failing eyes grow dim to all earthly things. Thou, my guardian spirit, come, from the heavenly throne, Bringing me the victor's crown when the strife is done; Waft around the breath of heaven with thy sacred palm, Soothe, oh soothe my fainting soul with thine angel calm. Through the trackless realms of light guide my upward way, Toward that angel paradise of eternal day, Where my mother's gentle soul long hath dwelt in peace, There, O Guardian Spirit, there, let my wanderings cease. Where the brothers I have loved, clad in robes of light, Sport amid the heavenly bowers, beautiful and bright; Beautiful and bright they stand, 'mid the angel throng, Sweetly singing evermore their celestial song. Spirits of the loved and lost, would I now could soar, Singing praises, evermore, to the Eternal One. TO THE MOON. HERE, through these old familiar shades, Veil, veil thy silver ray, and beam That decks a young bride's early bier. As brightly, through this leafy grove, Dark fate hath made all desolate, Where her sweet presence used to be, And not e'en grief's most passionate tears Can call my darling back to me. R |