Page:Felicia Hemans in The Literary Gazette 1821.pdf/5



Shine on! My own land is a far distant spot, And the stars of thy sphere can enlighten it not; And the eyes which I love, tho' e'en now they may be O'er the firmament wandering, can gaze not on thee!

But thou to my thoughts art a pure-blazing shrine, A fount of bright hopes and of visions divine; And my soul, as an eagle exulting and free, Soars high o'er the Andes, to mingle with thee!