Father, perfect my trust! Strengthen my feeble faith! Let me feel as I would when I ftand Feel as I would, were my feet Bright haze of morning veils its glimmering fhore. Ah, truly breathed we there Intoxicating air Glad were our hearts in that sweet realm of Nevermore. The lover there drank her delicious breath Whose love has yielded fince to change or death; The mother kiffed her child whose days are o'er. Alas! too soon have fled The irreclaimable dead: We see them Nevermore. · visions strange — amid the The merry song some maiden used to fing- As some vexed memory starts From that long faded land- the realm of It is perpetual summer there. But here And harebells quivering on the meadow-floor. For tenderer hearts and truer, Upon the frontier of this fhadowy land What realm lies forward, with its happier ftore Of valleys hushed in fleep, And lakes moft peaceful? 'T is the land of Very far off its marble cities seem — They whom we loved and loft so long ago, Haunt those fresh woodlands, whence sweet carollings soar. Eternal peace have they : God wipes their tears away: They drink that river of life which flows for Thither we haften through these regions dim, The life of long ago: The sorrow-burdened paft fhall fade for Evermore. Dublin Univerfity Magazine. |