The morrow's sun, o'er sea and cape,
Will show them out, both plain and good.

Time darkens all to mortal eyes
Save what faint reason's stars illume:
But when Eternity shall rise,
All shall their shapes and hues assume.




YEMEN.


My soul has been wandering in Yemen,
The land of the aloe and myrrh;
Where the breezes that blow from the ocean,
Brought feelings of heaven to her.

In the joy-giving vallies of Yemen,
On its mountains that blush with their bloom;
My soul has been wandering but lately,
To hide from the weight of her gloom.

My Soul, like the fleet horse of Yemen,
Flew chainless o'er mountain and plain,
Till she paused by the flower-scented ocean,
Then returned on her pinions, again.

In that beautiful world, in that Yemen,