[Written for the Sentinel.]


Joy ! What is joy? Each earthly pleasure fades,
Like some illusive shadow, ere 'tis won,
E'en larger hopes, in earnest faith begun
And reared aloft, disquietude pervades;
Thus do we find that mortal sense degrades
And bringeth sorrow: perfect joy they shun
Who seek for joy beneath the light of sun,
And rest their hope in matter's fleeting shades.

Joy truly sweet, that joy which Love bestows,
When error's night gives place to Truth's fair day!
A tender warmth of heavenly peace that glows,
And lights the heart till fades all gloom away:
Let matter vanish,—Mind all being knows,
And only peace and gladness doth portray!

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