OUR earth is very lovely, with her sunny skies of
blue,
Bright opening buds and blossoms blending each varying
hue
Her twilight dews fast falling, and her ocean-murmurs
low,
And her pale stars softly gleaming o'er eve's ethereal
brow;
Thou nearest the wild-bird's warble floating softly on
the breeze,
As they trill their gladsome carol through the dark
entangled trees.
Yes ; Earth is very lovely ; till her last bright sun
shall set,
The beauty of thy birth-land would I bid thee ne'er
forget.
But there's a land far lovelier, whose skies no darkling
know,
Whose fair, undying flowerets in fadeless beauty
glow,
Where the wavelets of life's river glide tranquilly
along,
Mingling their low-toned minstrelsy with the glad
angel-song ;
There shall fall no touch of sorrow, no shadowy hours
will come,
Flinging their mournful darkling o'er the sunny light
of home.
If thou wouldst pass its portals when from this earthlife
riven,
Then, while Earth still thou lovest, thou shouldst remember
heaven !
