How far above earth’s this enjoyment in God;
The hight of earth’s pleasures all dwindled away,
In the light and the glory of this blessed day.
The Circle Broken.
This dear, lone room, a sacred place—
Here friends have met in love’s embrace;
Here, too, have died the loved and dear,
The circle first was broken here.
The lonely hearth, the vacant chair,
But tell the father is not there.