Wake from the harp of heaven th' immortal strain,
To hush the final agonies of pain;

With rapture's flame, the parting soul illume,
And smile triumphant through the shadowy gloom!
Oh! still be near, when, darting into day,
Th' exulting spirit leaves her bonds of clay;
Be yours to guide her flutt'ring wings on high,
O'er many a world, ascending to the sky;
There let your presence, once her earthly joy,
Though dimm'd with tears, and clouded with alloy;
Now form her bliss on that celestial shore,
Where death shall sever kindred hearts no more.

Yes! in the noon of that Elysian clime,
Beyond the sphere of anguish, death or time;
Where mind's bright eye, with renovated fire,
Shall beam on glories-never to expire;
Oh! there th' illumined soul may fondly trust,
More pure, more perfect, rising from the dust,
Those mild affections, whose consoling light
Sheds the soft moonbeam on terrestrial night,
Sublimed, ennobled, shall for ever glow,
Exalting rapture-not assuaging woe!

iv. 117

Death-day of Körner,

Come home

vi. 88

Come away

vii.

89

Come to me, dreams of

heaven

vii. 101

Come to me, gentle
sleep

Communings with

thought

the
Death and the warrior vi. 173
Death-song of Alcestis,

the
Deathbed, music at a vii. 62

vii. 114 Deathbed, the soldier's vi.

Communion, hope of
future
Conqueror's sleep, the iv.
Conradin, death of,

v. 282

vi. 214

76

De Chatillon, or the

vii. 248

Crusaders

iv. 283

vii. 281

54

Deserted house, the

vi. 85

Deserted hall, mirror in