92 THE COMET. 



Art tliou heaven, where immortals, 

 Saved from all our earthly snares, 



Enter through effulgent portals '? 



Freed from sufferings and from cares ? 



Where human knowledge, shrinking, veils 



Her ineffectual rays ; 

 And learning's lamp, expiring, fails, 



Unfed by human praise ? 



Where wisdom dwells, and saints confess, 



In hymns that never cease. 

 Her ways are ways of pleasantness. 



And all her paths are peace ? 



Where time is ever doubling 



The blessings of the blest, 

 Where the wicked cease from troubling, 



And the weary are at rest ? 



