And can a name like this belono- 
O 
Where ail is changing fast? 
Surely we dream alone in song 
Of tints that ever last. 
I deemed that earth’s were fading flowers, 
Existing but a few short hours. 
Ah ! ’tis indeed a dream to give 
Frail plants so high a name, 
They may a space their friends outlive 
But fade at last the same. 
Yet, is the name with warning fraught 
With many a deep and holy thought ! 
When the bright heavens consume in smoke, 
And worlds in ashes lie, 
The soûl shall break death’s fearful yoke 
And live eternally! 
In realms of joy—happy and free. 
Or bound in chains of misery ! 
So let us live that, when we die, 
To us it may be given 
That angels shout our welcome high. 
And ope the gates of heaven ! 
No more to tread earth’s paths of gloom, 
But dwell where flowers eternal bloom ! 
