O pearl, again delight my eyes;
O dreams of bliss, again be mine! --
No! earth may not be Paradise.

I must not forget to remark, parenthetically, that the minister's son,
in order to make these lines generally useful, had provided them
with a last stanza in triplicate. "For lovers," he said sagely," are
either in the optative mood, the desperative, or the exultative."
This time he had used the optative. For the desperative he would
substitute:

4.

The joys of life lie dead, lie dead,
The light of day is quenched in
gloom
The spark of hope my heart hath fled
--
What now witholds me from the
tomb?

And this was the termination exultative, as he called it:

4.

O joy I the pearl is mine again,
Once more the day is bright and
clear,
And now 'tis real, then 'twas vain,
My dream of bliss - O heaven is