And thus bright spirits mingle here,
Such ties are form’d below!
COME AWAY.
Come away!—the child, where flowers are springing
Round its footsteps on the mountain-slope,
Hears a glad voice from the upland singing,
Like the skylark’s with its tone of hope:
Come away!
Bounding on, with sunny lands before him,
All the wealth of glowing life outspread,