I live on hope and that I think do all Who come into this world.
Scatter the clouds that hide The face of heaven, and show Where sweet peace doth abide, Where Truth and Beauty grow.
Behind the western bars The shrouded day retreats, And unperceived the stars Steal to their sovran seats. And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.
I will not let thee go. I hold thee by too many bands: Thou sayest farewell, and lo! I have thee by the hands, And will not let thee go.
As night is withdrawn From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn.
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When Death to either shall come— I pray it be first to me.
The broad cloud-driving moon in the clear sky Lifts o’er the firs her shining shield, And in her tranquil light Sleep falls on forest and field. See! sleep hath fallen: the trees are asleep: The night is come. The land is wrapt in sleep.
The storm is over, the land hushes to rest: The tyrannous wind, its strength fordone, Is fallen back in the west.
Awake! the land is scattered with light, and see, Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree.
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break, It leaps in the sky.
When first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master.
And Reason kens he herits in A haunted house. Tenants unknown Assert their squalid lease of sin With earlier title than his own.
On such a night, when Air has loosed Its guardian grasp on blood and brain, Old terrors then of god or ghost Creep from their caves to life again.
The constellated sounds ran sprinkling on earth’s floor As the dark vault above with stars was spangled o’er.
Angels’ song, comforting as the comfort of Christ When he spake tenderly to his sorrowful flock.