“o pour upon my soul again
    That sad, unearthly strain,
That seems from other worlds to plain;
Thus falling, falling from afar,
As if some melancholy star
Had mingled with her light her sighs,
    And dropped them from the skies!

“No,—...

And thou art gone, most loved, most honored friend!
No, nevermore thy gentle voice shall blend
With air of Earth its pure ideal tones,
Binding in one, as with harmonious zones,
The heart and intellect. And I no more
Shall with thee gaze on that unfathomed...

Poet:

Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning;
  Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain;
Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning;
  Zion in triumph begins her mild reign!

Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning,
  Long by the prophets of...

Gently, lord, oh, gently lead us,
  Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Through the trials yet decreed us,
  Till our last great change appears.
When temptation’s darts assail us,
  When in devious paths we stray,
Let thy goodness never fail us,...

Child of sin and sorrow,
  Filled with dismay,
Wait not for to-morrow,
  Yield thee to-day.
  Heaven bids thee come
  While yet there ’s room:
Child of sin and sorrow!
  Hear and obey.

Child of sin and sorrow,
  Why wilt...

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
  When fond recollection presents them to view!
The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood,
  And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it,...

O say, my flattering heart,
  Loves she like me?
Is her’s thy counterpart,
  Throbs it like thee?
Does she remember yet
The spot where first we met,
Which I shall ne’er forget,
  Loves she like me?

Soft echoes still repeat...

Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
  Why takest thou its melancholy voice,
    And with that boding cry
    Why o’er the waves dost fly?
O, rather, bird, with me
  Through the fair land rejoice!

Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and...

And do our loves all perish with our frames?
Do those that took their root and put forth buds,
And their soft leaves unfolded in the warmth
Of mutual hearts, grow up and live in beauty,
Then fade and fall, like fair, unconscious flowers?
Are thoughts and...

  whence come ye, Cherubs? from the moon?
    Or from a shining star?
  Ye sure are sent, a blessed boon,
    From kinder worlds afar;
For, while I look, my heart is all delight:
Earth has no creatures half so pure and bright.

  From moon nor...