They are all gone into the
world of light!
And I alone sit lingering here;
Their very memory is fair and bright,
And my sad thoughts doth clear.
It glows and glitters in
my cloudy breast,
Like stars upon
some gloomy grove,
Or those faint beams in which this hill is dressed,
After the sun's
I see them walking in an air of glory,
Whose light doth trample on my
My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,
Mere glimmering and decays.
O holy Hope! and high humility,
High as the heavens above!
These are your walks, and you have showed them me
To kindle my cold love.
Dear, beauteous Death! the jewel of the just,
Shining nowhere, but in the
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust
Could man outlook that mark!
He that hath found some fledged bird's nest, may know
At first sight, if the bird be
But what fair well or grove he sings
That is to him unknown.
And yet as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul, when man
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes
And into glory peep.
If a star were confined into a tomb,
Her captive flames must needs
But when the hand that locked her up, gives room,
She'll shine through all the
O Father of eternal life, and all
Created glories under thee!
Resume thy spirit from this world of
Into true liberty.
Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill
perspective still as they pass,
Or else remove me hence unto that hill,
Where I shall need no glass.