Where a blasted world shall brighten
Underneath a bluer sphere,
And a softer, gentler sunshine,
Shed its healing splendour here;
Where earth's barren vales shall blossom,
Putting on their robe of green,
And a purer, fairer Eden,
Be where only wastes have been:
Where a king in kingly glory,
Such as earth has never known,
Shall assume the righteous sceptre,
Claim and wear the holy crown:
Brother, we shall meet and rest
'Mid the holy and the blest!
TRUST NOT THESE SEAS AGAIN.
Trust not these seas again,
Though smooth and fair;
Trust not these waves again,
Shipwreck is there.
Trust not these stars again,
Though bright and fair;
Trust not these skies again,
Tempest is there.
Trust not that breeze again,
Gentle and fair;
Trust not these clouds again,
Lightning is there.
Trust not that isle again,
Flower-crown'd and fair;
Trust not its rocks again,
Earthquake is there.
Trust not these flowers again,
Fragrant and fair;
Trust not that rose again,
Blighting is there.
Trust not that earth again,
Verdant and fair;
Trust not its fields again,
Winter is there.
Trust not these hopes again,
Sunny and fair;
Trust not that smile again,
Peril is there.