IF that high world, which lies beyond Our own, surviving Love endears; If there the cherish'd heart be found, The eye the same, except in tears -- How welcome those untrodden spheres! How sweet this very hour to die! To soar from earth, and find all fears Lost in thy light -- Eternity! It must be so: 't is not for self That we so tremble on the brink; And, striving to o'erleap the gulf, Yet cling to Being's severing link. Oh! in that future let us think To hold each heart the heart that shares; With them the immortal waters drink, And soul in soul grow deathless theirs! |