Poetry: Reunion In Heaven

If yon brig-iit stars, which gem the night, Be each a blissful d welling spherc, Where kindred spirits reunite, Whom death bas torn asunder here; How sweet it were at once to die, And leave this blighted orb afar, Mixed soul and soul to cleasê the sky, And soar away from star to star. But O, how dark, how drear, and lone, Would seem the brightest world of bltss J{ wandering through each radia nt one, We failed to lind the loved of this; If there no more the ties shall twine, Thatdeath's cold hand alone could sever Ah! then these stars in mockery shine. More hateful as they shine forever. It c&nnot be- each hope, each fear, That lights the eye, or clouds the brow, Proclaims there is a happier sphere Than this black world that holds ua now; There ia a voice which aorrow hears, When heaviest weighs ïife's galling chain, 'Tis Heaven that whispers- Dry the tears, The pure in heart shall meet again.