BEYOND.

Hangs stormed with stars the night,
Deep over deep,
A majesty, a might,
To feel and keep.

2

Ah! what is such and such,
Love, canst thou tell?
That shrinks—though 'tis not much—
To weep farewell.

3

That hates the dawn and lark;
Would have the wail,—
Sobbed through the ceaseless dark,—
O' the nightingale.

4

Yes, earth, thy life were worth
Not much to me,
Were there not after earth
Eternity.

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God gave thee life to keep—
And what hath life?—
Love, faith, and care, and sleep
Where dreams are rife.

6

Death's sleep, whose shadows start
The tears in eyes
Of love, that fill the heart
That breaks and dies.

7

And faith is never given
Without some care,
That leadeth us to heaven
By ways of prayer.

8

The nightingale and dark
Are thine then here;
Beyond, the light and lark
Eternal there.