On visions of God's love?

To this calm hour belongs a sway
The bright day cannot wield--
Sweet as the evening star's first ray,
Transforming wood and field;
Soft'ing gay flowers else too bright
And silvering hill and dell;
And clothing earth in that mild light
The sad heart loves so well.




THE PARTING SOUL AND HER GUARDIAN ANGEL.


(_Written during sickness_).

_Soul_--
Oh! say must I leave this world of light
With its sparkling streams and sunshine bright,
Its budding flowers, its glorious sky?
Vain 'tis to ask me--I cannot die!

_Angel_--
But, sister, list! in the realms above,
That happy home of eternal love,
Are flowers more fair, and skies more clear
Than those thou dost cling to so fondly here.