A hope in grief, a joy in sadness,

A taste for beauty unalloyed,

A love of nature never cloyed;

The upward soaring of a soul

Unfetter'd by the world's control,

Onward, heavenward ever tending,

Its essence with the Eternal blending;

Till, from 'mortal coil' shook free,

It shares the seraph's ecstacy."

CHAPTER IV
Amusements