The saddened lover, and the joyless maiden,
Stript of their cherished ones by death’s chill hand,
Commune with their returning spirits, laden
With love undying from the glorious land.
Joy for the mission of those guileless creatures—
That Heaven to us such guardians should send;
Oh, wear they not the well-remembered features
Of many an early loved and long lost friend?
Ye sainted forms of dearest ones departed,
Methinks I hear your music in the breeze;