There is naught but reality there to be seen;
We have here but the lie of its vapory sheen.—Hafiz.
HEAVEN AN ECHO OF EARTH.
’Tis but a shadow of the earth’s familiar bliss,
Bright mirrored on the sky’s ethereal fonts,
That fills our breasts with longings nothing can dismiss,
In tremulous and glimmering response.
A MORAL ATMOSPHERE.
It is as hard for one whom sinners still prevent
From prayer, to keep his virtue, yet with them to dwell,