Tell me, thou soul of her I love

Tell me, thou soul of her I love,

Ah! tell me whither art thou fled;

To what delightful world above,

Appointed for the happy dead?

Or dost thou free at random roam,

And sometimes share thy lover's woe;

Where, void of thee, his cheerless home

Can now, alas! no comfort know?

Oh! if thou hover'st round my walk,

While under every well known tree,

I to thy fancy'd shadow talk,

And every tear is full of thee;

Should then the weary eye of grief,

Beside some sympathetic stream,

In slumber find a short relief,

Oh visit thou my soothing dream.