SEPTEMBER. 313 



Thou 'rt gone ; — the abyss of heaven 



Hath swallowed up thy form : yet on my heart 



Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, 

 And shall not soon depart. 



He, who from zone to zone, 



Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, 

 In the long way that I must tread alone, 



Will lead my steps aright. 



