Felicia Hemans

“ Steal from lone hearts the pang, sad eyes the tear,
And lift the veil that hides a brighter sphere.
Oh! bear your kindliest balm to those
Who fondly, vainly, mourn the dead;
To them that world of peace disclose,
Where the pure soul is fled,—
Where love, immortal in his native clime,
Shall fear no pang from fate, no blight from time. ”