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WRITTEN AFTER THE DEATH OF A SISTER-IN-LAW.
ANSWER me, burning stars of night!
Where is the spirit gone,
Even as a breeze, hath flown?
In light and power on high,
Ask things that cannot die !"
Oh! many toned and chainless wind !
Thou art a wanderer free;
Far over mount and sea ?
“ The blue deep I have cross’d,
But not what thou hast lost!"
Ye clouds that gorgeously repose
Around the setting sun,
Whose earthly race is run?
The bright clouds answer'd—“We depart,
We vanish from the sky;
For that which cannot die!"
Speak, then, thou voice of God within !
Thou of the deep low tone! Answer me through life's restless din,
Where is the spirit flown?
Enough to know is given;
Thine is to trust in Heaven!”
END OF VOL. II.