While the true heart pineth Music is sorrowful Since thou art gone, Sisters are mourning thee, Come to thine own! Hark! the home voices call Back to thy rest; O'er the far blue mountains, O THOU BREEZE OF SPRING!' O THOU breeze of spring! Wake my heart no more! 1 Set to music by John Lodge, Esq. O'er long buried flowers Passing not in vain, Thou hast brought again. Let the violet pour Incense forth to meet thee Wake my heart no more! From a funeral urn Bower'd in leafy gloom, Calls not song or bloom. COME TO ME, DREAMS OF HEAVEN. COME to me, dreams of heaven! My fainting spirit bear On your bright wings, by morning given, Up to celestial air. Away, far, far away, From bowers by 'tempests riven, Fold me in blue, still, cloudless day, O blessed dreams of heaven! Come but for one brief hour, Sweet dreams! and yet again, O'er burning thought and memory shower Your soft effacing rain! Waft me where gales divine, With dark clouds ne'er have striven, Where living founts for ever shineO blessed dreams of heaven!1 GOOD-NIGHT. DAY is past! Stars have set their watch at last, Go to rest! Sleep sit dove-like on thy breast! One dark form of memory dwell, Good-night! Joy be thine! Kind looks o'er thy slumbers shine! Meet thy home's long parted band, 1 Set to music by Miss Graves. Be their eyes all love and light Good-night! Peace to all! Dreams of heaven on mourners fall! LET HER DEPART. HER home is far, oh! far away! Let her depart! She looks upon the things of earth, Even as some gentle star Seems gazing down on grief or mirth, How softly, yet how far! Her spirit's hope-her bosom's love- Let her depart! She never hears a soft wind bear Low music on its way, But deems it sent from heavenly air, For her who cannot stay. Let her depart! Wrapt in a cloud of glorious dreams, Pining for those bright bowers and streams HOW CAN THAT LOVE SO DEEP, SO LONE. How can that love so deep, so lone, So faithful unto death, Thus fitfully in laughing tone, In airy word, find breath? Nay, ask how on the dark wave's breast, The lily's cup may gleam, That stream is like my hidden love, |