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352 Return, my angel, to thy sphere, Before the world shall see thee here: The joys of earth are cursed and brief, Buy them not with eternal grief! Heaven is alone, my soul, secure The mansion for an angel pure.

MEDITATION.

the obscure and lonely tomb, Beneath the yellow evening's gloom, To offer up to Heaven I come,
 * For her I loved, my prayer!

Upon the marble bow'd my head, Around my knees the moist herbs spread, The wild flowers bend beneath my tread,
 * That deck the thicket there.

Far from the world, and pleasures vain, From earth my frenzied thoughts to gain, And read in characters yet plain
 * Names of the long since past;

There by the gilded lamp alone, That waves above the altar stone, As by the wandering breezes moan,
 * A light 's upon me cast.