REFLECTIONS ON DEATH.
One day—the sunbeams danced along the glade
As lovers dance upon their bridal eve—
I wandered to the wood, where all was bloom;
The earth breathed fresh with fragrance, and the trees
Dropped, as it were, the dew of silent joy.
I loved to listen to the song of birds,
Whose music wild, yet sweet, came o'er the ear,
Telling of ecstasy; and, more than all,