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.