Classic Poem

True heart! upon the current of whose love
My days, like roses in a summer brook,
Float by, in fragrance and in melody,
Take these, unworthy symbols of my soul,
Made precious by the heavenly faith of thine!
Take them: and, though a face of pain looks through
The marble veil of words, thy heart will know
That what was shadow once is sunshine now,
And life all peace, and beauty, and content,
Redeemed and hallowed by thy sacred grace.
Thrice happy he who,—favored child of fate!—
Finds his Egeria in a mortal guise,
And, hearing all the discords of the world
Blend into music, round his haunted way,
Knows hope fulfilled and bliss already won!