THE HALCYON HANGS O'ER OCEAN.

The halcyon hangs o'er ocean,

The sea-lark skims the brine;

This bright world's all in motion,

No heart seems sad but mine.

To walk thro’ sun-bright places,

With heart all cold the while;

To look in smiling faces,

When we no more can smile;

To feel, while earth and heaven

Around thee shine with bliss,

To thee no light is given,—

Oh, what a doom is this!