Poems (Louisa Blake)/The Happy Change
THE HAPPY CHANGE.
When that young fond heart is breaking
With a weight of grief and wo,
When the weary eye is taking
Leave of all it loved below;
Do not look with pity, stranger,
Do not weep that one so fair
Leaves a world of doubt and danger,
Leaves a world of grief and care.
With a weight of grief and wo,
When the weary eye is taking
Leave of all it loved below;
Do not look with pity, stranger,
Do not weep that one so fair
Leaves a world of doubt and danger,
Leaves a world of grief and care.
All her hopes are turn'd to sadness,
And the bosom's joyous thrill,
Which answer'd once to notes of gladness,
Now lies coldly, deadly still;
Dead to aught of earthly feeling,
But the raised and raptured eye
Tells of sacred thought, revealing
To her soul, that Heaven is nigh;
And the bosom's joyous thrill,
Which answer'd once to notes of gladness,
Now lies coldly, deadly still;
Dead to aught of earthly feeling,
But the raised and raptured eye
Tells of sacred thought, revealing
To her soul, that Heaven is nigh;
Heaven is nigh, and sweet communion
Her enfranchised soul shall know,
When she 's joined in blest re-union
With the friends she loved below;
Then mourn not thou; that broken spirit,
When its ties to earth are riven,
Soars all joyful to inherit
The glories of its native Heaven.
Her enfranchised soul shall know,
When she 's joined in blest re-union
With the friends she loved below;
Then mourn not thou; that broken spirit,
When its ties to earth are riven,
Soars all joyful to inherit
The glories of its native Heaven.