Eventide / A Series of Tales and Poems

by Effie Afton

Over this earthly weakness

That so enthralled my soul;

And now my soul rejoices

While sweetly-thrilling strains,

From low, harmonious voices,

Soothe all my dying pains.

They sing of the Eternal,

Whose throne is far above,

Where zephyrs softly vernal

Float over bowers of love;