Died off in far, sweet echoings, within the dark profound.
Bowing then with lowly seeming on the damp and dewy sod,
All my soul in adoration floated up to Nature's God,
While the struggling thoughts within me found voice in earnest prayer;
"Almighty Father, let my soul one day those glories share!"
[LINES TO A MARRIED FRIEND.]
There are flowers that never wither,
There are skies that never fade,
There are trees that cast forever