The Halcyon Hangs O'Er Ocean, The Sea-Lark Skims The Brine; This Bright World'S All In Motion, No Heart Seems Sad But Mine. To Walk Thro' Sun-Bright Places, With Heart All Cold The While; To Look In Smiling Faces, When We No More Can Smile; To Feel, While Earth And Heaven Around Thee Shine With Bliss, To Thee No Light Is Given,-- Oh, What A Doom Is This!