No arrow from thy ever outstretch’d bow
Again shall lay my dearest treasures low;
No thoughts of absent ones shall there intrude,
Nor hearts be broken by thine entrance rude;
No dark abyss of grief shall open there,
To drown my soul in billows of despair;
I shall not feel that I am left alone;
And only hear each well remember’d tone
Sound in mine ears, like some low sighing moan!
But Heaven’s undying choral harmony