I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls

But I also dreamt, which pleased me most, That you lov'd me still the same.

The light of other days is faded, And all their glories past.

The heart bowed down by weight of woe To weakest hope will cling.

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.

What great Effects from slender Causes flow!