Yet mock the faith that points to worlds of light,
Where sever’d souls, made perfect, re-unite?
Then tremble! cling to every passing joy,
Twined with the life a moment may destroy!
If there be sorrow in a parting tear,
Still let “for ever” vibrate on thine ear!
If some bright hour on rapture’s wing hath flown,
Find more than anguish in the thought—’tis gone!
Go! to a voice such magic influence give,
Thou canst not lose its melody, and live;