Poems (Louisa Blake)/The Happy Change

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THE HAPPY CHANGE.
When that young fond heart is breaking With a weight of grief and wo,When the weary eye is taking Leave of all it loved below;Do not look with pity, stranger, Do not weep that one so fairLeaves a world of doubt and danger, Leaves a world of grief and care.
All her hopes are turn'd to sadness, And the bosom's joyous thrill,Which answer'd once to notes of gladness, Now lies coldly, deadly still;Dead to aught of earthly feeling, But the raised and raptured eyeTells of sacred thought, revealing To her soul, that Heaven is nigh;
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Heaven is nigh, and sweet communion Her enfranchised soul shall know,When she 's joined in blest re-union With the friends she loved below;Then mourn not thou; that broken spirit, When its ties to earth are riven,Soars all joyful to inherit The glories of its native Heaven.
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