'Tween thee and thy lov'd home, how strangely sweet
To touch the talisman of dreams, and sit
Again on thine own sofa, hand in hand
With the most lov'd, thy children near thy side,
At their untiring play, the shaded lamp
Shedding its quiet ray, while now and then
The clock upon the mantel-piece doth speak,
To register the diamond sands of time,
Made brighter by thy joys.
So, may'st thou hold
Existence in two hemispheres, and be
Happy in both,—yea, in each separate zone
Have thine own castles, and revisit them
Whene'er it pleaseth thee.
But more than this,—
If thou wilt seek the fellowship of dreams,
And fearless yield thee to their loving sway,
And make them friends, they'll swiftly bear thee up
From star to star, and let thee hear the rush
Of angel-wings, upon God's errands speeding,—
And, while they make some silver cloud thy car,
Will whispering tell thee that the unslumbering soul
Wears immortality upon its crest,
And, by its very power to soar with them,
Proves that it cannot die.
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