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One other scene that light illumes,
And o'er it sheds its blissful ray,
Divinely bright, through death's dark glooms,
Shines on the lips that faintly pray,
And kindles up the dying eyes
With purer fire than fills the skies!
And o'er it sheds its blissful ray,
Divinely bright, through death's dark glooms,
Shines on the lips that faintly pray,
And kindles up the dying eyes
With purer fire than fills the skies!
VERSES.
Do I not love at midnight to gaze forth
Upon the hallowed skies, and front then beauty
Drink solemn thoughts of purity and love,
Then sacred light conveying images
Of a more holy presence—even of Him,
All light,all purity? Do I not love
To send my thoughts beyond those crystal vaults,
Far into the deep heavens, to those calm homes
That wait the spirit, here beatified
By human griefs and sufferings? Are not sweet
The visions of then glory and repose,
That fall upon me softly? In such hour,
Upon the hallowed skies, and front then beauty
Drink solemn thoughts of purity and love,
Then sacred light conveying images
Of a more holy presence—even of Him,
All light,all purity? Do I not love
To send my thoughts beyond those crystal vaults,
Far into the deep heavens, to those calm homes
That wait the spirit, here beatified
By human griefs and sufferings? Are not sweet
The visions of then glory and repose,
That fall upon me softly? In such hour,
