THOU ART GONE TO THE LAND.
1.
Thou art gone to the land of thy bloom and thy birth,
Thou fairest of beings that die:
We knew that thy spirit was purer than earth,
We knew that thy home was on high;
But we loved thee too well not to weep at thy flight,
And we said it was hard thou shouldst go:
There are angels enough in the regions of light,
But whom hast thou left us below?