From "Lights And Shades."

FROM THE FRENCH OF VICTOR HUGO.

When on the cliff, or in the wood I muse the summer evening by, And realize the woes of life, I contemplate Eternity.

And through my shadow-chequered lot GOD meets my earnest, gazing eye; As through the dusk of tangled boughs We catch bright glimpses of the sky.

Yes, when, at last Death claims her own, The spirit bursts the bonds of sense, And--like a nestling--in the tomb Finds pinions that shall bear her thence.