Or sorrowing heart could linger there.
Vain thought! for earth contains no spot
Where sin or sorrow enters not.
Mistaken dream! a heaven of bliss
Alone bestows a gift like this.
Amidst these shades a palace rose;
A proud and stately front it shows;
Around, ’tis graced with gardens fair,
Delightful perfumes fill the air;
Sweet music cheers the passing day,