[_Olaf remains perfectly quiet, and after some time a light slumber comes over Teresa, during which she hears dream-like voices singing._ Oh human soul, ’tis done, Past is thy trial; past thy woe and pain; Nor is there mortal stain Upon thy spirit-robes, redeemed one! Spirit, that through a troubled sea Of sin and passion hast been wildly tost, And yet not lost, With songs of triumph do we welcome thee! Redeemed spirit, come, Thine is a heavenly home! Come, freed from human error; From frailty, that did gird thee as the sea Engirds the earth; from darkness, doubt and terror, Which hung around the soul ere the light came; From these we welcome thee! Hark, heaven itself, rejoices, Hark, the celestial voices Shouting, like trumpet-peals, thy spirit-name!-- Oh gladly enter in, Thou conqueror of sin, The eternal city of the holy ones, Where, brighter far than stars; or moons, or suns, Thou shalt shine out before the Infinite!-- And see! a heavenly child, With garments undefiled, Streaming upon the air like odorous light, Awaits to welcome thee! Oh father, clasp thy boy, Pour out thy soul in joy, In love, which human frailty held in thrall;-- Boy, clasp thy father now, Distrust and fear in heaven there cannot be, For love enfoldeth all! Oh happy pair, too long divided, Pour out your souls in one strong sympathy! Eternal Love your meeting steps hath guided, Ne’er to be parted through eternity! _Ter._ [_Waking._] I know that he is dead; but this sweet omen, These holy voices pealing joy in heaven, Have taken the sting from death! My dear, dear husband, I know that thou art blessed--art reunited Unto our boy! [_She bends over the body for a few moments; then kneeling down and covering her face, she remains in silent prayer._ HYMNS AND FIRE-SIDE VERSES. TO CAROLINE BOWLES, AN HONOURED FELLOW-LABOURER, THIS LITTLE BOOK, THE DESIGN OF WHICH IS TO MAKE THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTIANITY AN ENDEARED AND FAMILIAR FIRE-SIDE GUEST, IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED. L’ENVOI. I have indited thee with care and love, My little book; and now I send thee forth On a good mission like the gentle dove, Bearing glad tidings with thee o’er the earth.