One are those tones, as from one heart ascending,
There laughs my home—sad stranger! where is thine?
Ask’st thou of mine? In solemn peace ’tis lying,
Far o’er the deserts and the tombs away;
’Tis where I, too, am loved with love undying,
And fond hearts wait my step—But where are they?
Ask where the earth’s departed have their dwelling;
Ask of the clouds, the stars, the trackless air!
I know it not, yet trust the whisper, telling
My lonely heart that love unchanged is there.