Shall meet ageän beyond the skies,
An' bring to woone another's eyes
The looks they know'd avore, John.
THE MUSIC O' THE DEAD.
When music, in a heart that's true,
Do kindle up wold loves anew,
An' dim wet eyes, in feäirest lights,
Do zee but inward fancy's zights;
When creepèn years, wi' with'rèn blights,