XXX.
They tell me love has wings—I know it well;
But there’s a love implanted in the heart,
Which cruel death can never thence expel;
’Tis Christian love. Death may a moment part
Two faithful ones, and cause sad tears to start;
But hope beyond this darksome world can see,
And, by the magic of her soothing art,
A most effectual comforter can be;
So Hope and Memory by turns shall comfort me.