The name, a nation’s star!
One deep voice thus arose
From a heart which wrongs had riven:
Oh! who shall number those
That were but heard in heaven?
SONGS OF A GUARDIAN SPIRIT.
NEAR THEE, STILL NEAR THEE![408]
Near thee, still near thee!—o’er thy pathway gliding,
Unseen I pass thee with the wind’s low sigh;
Life’s veil enfolds thee still, our eyes dividing,