Such as from childhood’s morning land of dreams,
Remember’d faintly, gleams—
Faintly remember’d, and too swiftly flown!
So let him walk with thee,
Made by thy Spirit free;
And when thou call’st him from his mortal place,
To his last hour be still that sweetness given,
That joyful trust! and brightly let him part,
With lamp clear burning, and unlingering heart,
Mature to meet in heaven