If al! our hopes nnd all our fcnrs Were priaoned in lifc's narrow bound ; If, travolers tlirougli this valo of teara, We saw no bcner world beyond ; Oh f wiiat could check the rwii sigh ? What eauhly thiug could nleasure give t Ok ! who would venture, then 10 die - Or who would venture then to live Ã Were lifc a daik nud desert moor, Wherc mists and clouds eternal epread Their gloomy veil beyond, before, And tempesis thundcr ovcrlead ; Wherc not a sunbeatn breaks iho gloom, And not a Ã±owerut smiles beneuth. Who could exist in such a tomb - Who dwulliu darkneaa and in dcaiu T And such were lifc without the ray Of our divine religiÃ³n given; 'Ti this that maltes Ã¼vs darkness day, 'Tis thi-j that mukcs our carth a heaven I Oright is the golden sun above, And beautiful the llowers that bloom, And all is jciy and all is Ãovo, Reflected froin the world to come !