In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
We murder to dissect.
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.