Their shadows o’er my soul have cast;
And sunny dreams, that fancy wove
Of rainbow hues, too soon have past;
But still I pause in mortal fear,
And life is sweet—and death is drear.
For memory brings to me again
The dear ones that are laid to rest,
And scenes ’mid which they bore a part
In lovely visions haunt my breast;
Their looks, their words, their beaming smiles,