AFTER TWO DAYS.

Another night has turned itself to day,

Another day has melted into eve,

And lo! again I tread the measured way

Of word and thought, the twain to interweave,

As flowers absorb the rays that they receive.

And, all along the woodland where I stray,

I think of thee, and Nature keeps me gay,

And sorrow soothes the soul it would bereave.

Nor will I fear that thou, so far apart,

So dear to me, so fair, and so benign,

Wilt un-desire the fealty of a heart

Which evermore is pledg'd to thee and thine,

And turns to thee, in regions where thou art,

To hymn the praises of thy face divine!