Beyond The Veil
They
are
all
gone
into
the
world
of
light!
And
I
alone
sit
ling'ring
here;
Their
very
memory
is
fair
and
bright,
And
my
sad
thoughts
doth
clear.
It
glows
and
glitters
in
my
cloudy
breast,
Like
stars
upon
some
gloomy
grove,
Or
those
faint
beams
in
which
this
hill
is
drest
After
the
sun's
remove.
I
see
them
walking
in
an
air
of
glory,
Whose
light
doth
trample
on
my
days:
My
days,
which
are
at
best
but
dull
and
hoary,
Mere
glimmering
and
decays.
O
holy
Hope!
and
high
Humility,
High
as
the
heavens
above!
These
are
your
walks,
and
you
have
show'd
them
me,
To
kindle
my
cold
love.
Dear,
beauteous
Death!
the
jewel
of
the
Just,
Shining
nowhere,
but
in
the
dark;
What
mysteries
do
lie
beyond
thy
dust,
Could
man
outlook
that
mark!
He
that
hath
found
some
fledg'd
bird's
nest
may
know,
At
first
sight,
if
the
bird
be
flown;
But
what
fair
well
or
grove
he
sings
in
now,
That
is
to
him
unknown.
And
yet
as
Angels
in
some
brighter
dreams
Call
to
the
soul,
when
man
doth
sleep:
So
some
strange
thoughts
transcend
our
wonted
themes,
And
into
glory
peep.
If
a
star
were
confin'd
into
a
tomb,
Her
captive
flames
must
needs
burn
there;
But
when
the
hand
that
lock'd
her
up
gives
room,
She'll
shine
through
all
the
sphere.
O
Father
of
eternal
life,
and
all
Created
glories
under
Thee!
Resume
Thy
spirit
from
this
world
of
thrall
Into
true
liberty.
Either
disperse
these
mists,
which
blot
and
fill
My
perspective
still
as
they
pass:
Or
else
remove
me
hence
unto
that
hill,
Where
I
shall
need
no
glass.
