"I KNOW THAT THY SPIRIT."
I know that thy spirit looks radiantly down,
From yon beautiful orb of the blest,
For a sound and a sign have been set in my own,
That tell of the place of thy rest;
For I gaze on the star that we talked of so oft,
As our glances would heavenward rove,
When thy step was on earth, and thy bosom was soft
With a sense of delight and of love.
From yon beautiful orb of the blest,
For a sound and a sign have been set in my own,
That tell of the place of thy rest;
For I gaze on the star that we talked of so oft,
As our glances would heavenward rove,
When thy step was on earth, and thy bosom was soft
With a sense of delight and of love.
The dreams, that were laid on thy shadowless brow,
Were pure as a feeling unborn,
And the tone of thy voice was as pleasant and low
As a bird's in a pleasant spring morn;
Such a heaven of purity dwelt in thy breast,
Such a world of bright thoughts in thy soul,
That nought could have made thee more lovely or blest,
So bright was the beautiful whole.
Were pure as a feeling unborn,
And the tone of thy voice was as pleasant and low
As a bird's in a pleasant spring morn;
Such a heaven of purity dwelt in thy breast,
Such a world of bright thoughts in thy soul,
That nought could have made thee more lovely or blest,
So bright was the beautiful whole.
But now o'er thy breast in the hush of the tomb
Are folded thy pale graceful arms,
While the midnight of death, like a garment of gloom,
Hangs over that bosom's young charms!
Are folded thy pale graceful arms,
While the midnight of death, like a garment of gloom,
Hangs over that bosom's young charms!
