When our first parents were from Eden driven
  To wander exiled in this world of care,
  Hope changed to fear, and memory to despair;
  But once, to their posterity 't is given
  The vision of that blissful home to share:
  Whene'er two wedded souls as one are bound,
  Then the lost Paradise again is found;
  But trifles light as air this dream dispel,
  And drive the hapless mortals forth disowned,
  In the cold air of common life to dwell.
  To-day for thee, these dreamland gates are riven;
  Enter, and in its charmèd precincts stay
  Till thy sweet life at last shall pass away,
  And thou shalt find it is not far to Heaven.