WHERE am I? gentle strangers, say,
I pray you speak me fair ;
This brightness ! is it earthly day ?
This fragrance ! mortal air ?
My couch was dark, disturbed my rest,
But now all pain is o'er ;
A bitter pang my heart oppressed ;
I can recall no more.
I left the mourners round my bed,
My children, too, were near,
My gentle wife, who thought me dead,
Will joy to find me here.
For all things here most happy seem,
And beautiful to view ;
Is it a dream ? Yet 't is no dream
That I am happy too.
These robes of white, this wand of palm,
The crown that decks my brow ;
All, all are real ; no false charm,
No phantom cheats me now.
