O, happiest of all earth's favored places!
O, bliss, to dwell therein—
To live in the sweet light of loving faces
And fear no grave between!
To feel no death-damp, gathering cold and colder,
Disputing life's warm truth—
To live on, never lonelier or older,
Radiant in deathless youth!
And hurrying from the world's remotest quarters
A tide of pilgrims flowed