On our sad spirits. ’Tis a lovely flower
On memory’s lonely stream, a holy star
In retrospection’s sky, a rainbow-gleam
Upon the tempest-clouds of life. Our hearts,
Our stricken hearts, lean to thee, love, and thus
They lean to heaven, for thou art there. Yes, thou
And thy young sister are in heaven, while we
Are lingering on the earth’s cold desert. Come,
Ye two sweet cherubs of God’s Paradise,
Who wander side by side, and hand in hand,