A Reminiscence

YES, thou art gone ! and never more

    Thy sunny smile shall gladden me ;

  But I may pass the old church door,

    And pace the floor that covers thee.

  May stand upon the cold, damp stone,

    And think that, frozen, lies below

  The lightest heart that I have known,

    The kindest I shall ever know.

  Yet, though I cannot see thee more,

   'Tis still a comfort to have seen ;

 And though thy transient life is o'er,

   'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been ;

 To think a soul so near divine,

   Within a form so angel fair,

 United to a heart like thine,

   Has gladdened once our humble sphere.