Classic Poem

There are sweet plants springing around my house,
But I cannot cull their flowers!
There are green walks asking the feet to roam,
Where the sun has kissed off the showers!

The wild birds are singing familiar lays,
But I cannot hear their trilling;
The water-fall still on the river plays,
But it wakes not my bosom's thrilling.

The moonlight sleeps upon rocking leaves,
But I cannot watch their motion!
The night air freshly the light cloud weaves,
But I am far over the ocean!

Sunny smiles rest on the lips of friends,
But I am not there to greet them;
And many a hand in welcome extends,
But my hand is not there to meet them!

Yet in Him who rules over that fairy home,
My lone heart is still confiding,
Since wherever on earth my footsteps roam,
I feel the Eternal presiding.