Yet, wanderer, this my heaven of light divine,
Come when thou wilt, is open hence to thee!”
IN YONDER LAKE OF SILVER SHEEN.
In yonder lake of silver sheen,
A heaven of glory shines;
There sunset’s glancing beams are seen—
There the pale moon reclines.
Thus should the soul—a waveless sea,
From which earth’s cares are driven,
From passion’s ruffling tempest free—