‘Happy world, fair world, good-bye,’
Said my darling tenderly.
Wailing storms and weeping skies;
Soft wings spread for Paradise;
Solemn whispering accents thrilled
With the awe of Hope fulfilled.
‘Life! O blissful life on high!’
Breathed my darling rapturously.
Wreathing snow-drifts, far and wide,
Mantling o’er the lone hill-side.