Atma - A Romance

Abide Love, Happiness, and Peace till shining morn

From the same birth that gave the past be borne."

Bertram: "Fair are these hillside haunts at even calm,

And sweet the fragrance of each flowery spray.

Dew of the Spirit, fall in heavenly balm

Upon my slumbers; bounteous Lord, I pray,

Like one who sang thy praise in other way,

Bless Thou the wicked, for the Good, I know,

Are blessed already, blessed they come and go."