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. 
P 
