Oft as she eyes yon bright etherial plain,
And burns to follow Thee, and mix again;
Some tender friendships, some endearing ties,
Cling round her heart, and hold her from the skies.
A little while, and these shall all decay,
And the free soul emerge to endless day:
Where, having long sustain'd the faithful part,
The strong attraction seizing all her heart,
Her gentler orb shall round it's center move,
Re-kindled into Harmony and Love.