The sights o'er yonder snowy range Shine yet intense, and tender; Or, slowly passing, only change From splendor on to splendor. Before the dying eyes of day Immortal visions wander; Dreams prescient of a purer ray, And morn spread still beyond her. Lo! heavenward now those gleams expire, In heavenly melancholy, The barrier-mountain, peak and spire, Relinquishing them slowly. Thus shine, O God! our mortal powers, While grief and joy refine them- And when in death they fade,be ours Thus gently to resign them! |