Beautiful! beautiful!--On they float
Those lyre-like bells--a soul in each note,
A tongue in each tone of the elfin chime,
To carol the bliss of our fadeless clime.
Beautiful! beautiful!--halcyon rest
Breathe they to the weary, woe-worn breast;
Lost in their song is the dream of Earth's dree,
Companion dear! and they're singing for thee.
Beautiful! beautiful!--thou shalt feel
Their eloquent music from thee steal
Those darkling thoughts, that should mournfully twine
With the light, the life, and the joy--_now_ thine.
Beautiful! beautiful!--each glad bell
Sings to thy soul--'Thou hast borne thee well:
The toil, the strife, and the tempest are o'er,
And thy rest is won--on the Deathless Shore.'