poems.
19
Who would doubt of holy love,
Or name it but a dream?
The light that shines in heaven above
Is mirror'd in the stream.
Wildly breaks the foaming sea
O'er rocky cliffs in vain;
Great life's trials all may be,
Yet break they friendship's chain?
Or name it but a dream?
The light that shines in heaven above
Is mirror'd in the stream.
Wildly breaks the foaming sea
O'er rocky cliffs in vain;
Great life's trials all may be,
Yet break they friendship's chain?
These "everlasting hills" arise
Like green encircling walls;
Serene and cloudless are the skies,
While scarce a zephyr hills.
They speak of home and soft repose,
And of the heavenly rest
Where "not a wave of sorrow flows
Across the peaceful breast."
Like green encircling walls;
Serene and cloudless are the skies,
While scarce a zephyr hills.
They speak of home and soft repose,
And of the heavenly rest
Where "not a wave of sorrow flows
Across the peaceful breast."
In beauteous nature not in vain
A harmony is found;
By sympathy it strikes "the chain
Wherewith we're darkly bound."
To those who love, or deeply feel,
The poet's powers are given;
All bliss and beauty they reveal,
And upward point to heaven.
A harmony is found;
By sympathy it strikes "the chain
Wherewith we're darkly bound."
To those who love, or deeply feel,
The poet's powers are given;
All bliss and beauty they reveal,
And upward point to heaven.
