Over Thy Head, In Joyful Wanderings Through Heaven'S Wide Spaces, Free, Birds Fly With Music In Their Wings; And From The Blue, Rough Sea The Fishes Flash And Leap; There Is A Life Of Loveliest Things O'Er Thee, So Fast Asleep. In The Deep West The Heavens Grow Heavenlier, Eve After Eve; And Still The Glorious Stars Remember To Appear; The Roses On The Hill Are Fragrant As Before: Only Thy Face, Of All That's Dear, I Shall See Nevermore!