Thou didst but hear them as the tones of this.
“Though thy young heart had found no answering tone
To its o’erflowing gladness, knewest thou not
That Heaven ne’er sends commissioned souls alone,
To bear the darkness of their earthly lot,
But each frail pilgrim of the thorny land,
Moves earthward with its kindred hand in hand?
“Through Eden’s vales we had together trod,
And quaffed its streams, before the mandate came
To rear us temples of this earthly clod,