'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!

Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.