Thine is the fading frame, at last to pass
In thy capacious breast
Into, perchance, some flow'ret of the grass,
Around a wild bird's nest.
In thy capacious breast
Into, perchance, some flow'ret of the grass,
Around a wild bird's nest.
But never thine this ardent, living soul
That clings to thee, yet spurns thy utmost bliss—
A Prince disherited that yields control
To nought that lower is.
That clings to thee, yet spurns thy utmost bliss—
A Prince disherited that yields control
To nought that lower is.
To perfect purpose, see thy tiniest bud
And smallest leaf unroll;—
But never to its utmost height of good
Hath reached a human soul.
And smallest leaf unroll;—
But never to its utmost height of good
Hath reached a human soul.
That feeble, royal chrysalis shall yet
Unfold afar, in holier realms above;
While thou, a planet dead, for aye has set,
We live in God's dear love.
Unfold afar, in holier realms above;
While thou, a planet dead, for aye has set,
We live in God's dear love.
Oh! love and thanks, first mother of our race;
The dearer that we know,
We are thy foster children for a space,
Ere to our Home we go.
The dearer that we know,
We are thy foster children for a space,
Ere to our Home we go.
97
