Song Where dost thou bide

RE dost thou bide, blessed soul of my love!

Is ether thy dwelling,

O whisper me where!

Rapt in remembrance, while lonely I rove,

I gaze on bright clouds, and I fancy thee there.

Or to thy bower when musing I go,

I think, 't is thy voice that I hear in the breeze;

Softly it seems to speak peace to my woe,

And life once again for a moment can please.

If this be phrensy alone, 't is so dear,

That long may the pleasing delusion be nigh;

Still Ellen's voice in the breeze may I hear,

Still see in bright clouds the kind beams of her eye!