IV.

Not that those dreams have lost their sway—

Not that my heart hath lost its chords;

Still with affection tuned, they play,

And leap at friendship’s kindly words;

But ’tis that to my languid eye

A newness from life’s scene hath flown,

Which once upon the open sky,

And o’er the teeming earth, was thrown.

Yes! there IS something, which no more

In Nature’s gorgeous round I find;

Something that charm’d in days of yore,

And filled with Sabbath peace my mind;

Which added lustre to the flower,

And verdure to the field and tree,

And wings to every sunny hour,

While roseate health remained with me!