HEAVEN AN ECHO OF EARTH.
’Tis but a shadow of the earth’s familiar bliss,
Bright mirrored on the sky’s ethereal fonts,
That fills our breasts with longings nothing can dismiss,
In tremulous and glimmering response.
’Tis but a shadow of the earth’s familiar bliss,
Bright mirrored on the sky’s ethereal fonts,
That fills our breasts with longings nothing can dismiss,
In tremulous and glimmering response.