Seraph! thy memory is to
Like some enchanted far-off
In some tumultuous sea -Some ocean vexed as it may
With storms; but where, meanwhile,
Serenest skies
Just o'er that one bright island smile.
For 'mid the earnest cares and
That crowd around my earthly path,(Sad path, alas, where
Not even one lonely rose!)My soul at least a solace
In dreams of thee; and therein
An Eden of bland repose.
