Beyond.

1
Hangs stormed with stars the night,
Deep over deep,
A majesty, a might,
To feel and keep.
2
Ah! what is such and such,
Love, canst thou tell?
That shrinks - though 'tis not much -
To weep farewell.
3
That hates the dawn and lark;
Would have the wail, -
Sobbed through the ceaseless dark, -
O' the nightingale.
4
Yes, earth, thy life were worth
Not much to me,
Were there not after earth
Eternity.
5
God gave thee life to keep -
And what hath life? -
Love, faith, and care, and sleep
Where dreams are rife.
6
Death's sleep, whose shadows start
The tears in eyes
Of love, that fill the heart
That breaks and dies.
7
And faith is never given
Without some care,
That leadeth us to heaven
By ways of prayer.
8
The nightingale and dark
Are thine then here;
Beyond, the light and lark
Eternal there.