That crowd around my earthly path,
(Sad path, alas, where grows
Not even one lonely rose!)
My soul at least a solace hath
In dreams of thee; and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.
DRAWN BY T. HAYTER. ENGRAVED BY H. S. SADD, N.Y.
That crowd around my earthly path,
(Sad path, alas, where grows
Not even one lonely rose!)
My soul at least a solace hath
In dreams of thee; and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.
DRAWN BY T. HAYTER. ENGRAVED BY H. S. SADD, N.Y.