Classic Poem

DANISH AIR .

O H , when, 'mid thy wild fancy's dreaming,
Life's meteors around thee are streaming,
Thy tears still belie the false beaming
That fain would thy spirit control —
Look, look to that lone light above thee,
The star that seems set there to love thee,
Look there, and I am with thee in soul!
Look, look, etc.

And if, when thus wilder'd, thou turnest
To lean on the true and the earnest —
The friend for whom vainly thou yearnest
Has pass'd like a mist from life's strand.
Oh, come, come again to me, dearest!
Thou still to my soul shalt be nearest,
All mine in that bright spirit-land!
Oh! come, come again, etc.