Oh! who hath seen, in dreams that soar

To worlds the soul would fain explore,

When, for her own blest country pining,

Its beauty o’er her thought is shining,

Some form of heaven, whose cloudless eye

Was all one beam of ecstasy!

Whose glorious brow no traces wore

Of guilt, or sorrow known before!

Whose smile, undimm’d by aught of earth,

A sunbeam of immortal birth,