HOPE.
(For the Mirror.)
He mark'd two sunbeams upward driven
Till they blent in one in the bosom of heaven;
And when closed o'er the eye lid of night,
His own mind's eye saw it doubly bright,
And as upward and upward it floated on
He deemed it a seraph—and anon.
Through its light on heaven's floor he made,
The shadow bright of his dead love's shade,