If that high world
If that high world, which lies beyon
    Our own, surviving Love endears;
  If there the cherished heart be fond,
    The eye the same, expect in tears -
  How welcome those untrodden spheres!
    How sweet this very hour to die!
  To soar from earth and find all fears
    Lost in the light - Eternity!

  It must be so; 'tis not for self
    That we so tremble on the brink;
  And striving to o'erleap the gulf,
    Yet cling to Being's severing link.
  Oh! in that future let us think
    To hold each heart the heart that shares,
  With them the immortal waters drink,
    And soul in soul grow deathless theirs!