And in that blessed dream I felt not weak
And dying; no! with youthful step I seem’d
O’er well remembered scenes again to roam,
Once more a tenant of my western home.
O! there I wandered as in days of yore,
And back to life came dear departed ones;
I saw them as I’ve seen them oft before,
My own, my best beloved! and setting suns
Threw their mild dying light on many a scene,
Where, in my dream, we roved through forests green.