Lyrics

Excerpt from a poem by Thomas Moore (public domain)

Is it not sweet to think hereafter
When the spirit leaves this sphere,
Love, with deathless wing shall waft her
To those she long hath mourned for here.
Hearts from which 'twas death to sever,
Eyes this world can ne'er restore,
There, as warm, as bright as ever,
Shall meet us and be lost no more.