text:  Peace eternal and blessed birthright and joy of angels whither do those glimpses hover that we catch of thee in this tumultuous life weak faint and transient though they be melting the human soul with heavenly tranquillity? Whither if not upon the everlasting hills where the brown line divides the sky or on the gentle sea where sea and sky are one--a liquid cupola--or in the leafy woods and secret vales where beauty lends her thrilling voice to silence? How often will the remembrance only of one bright spot--a vision of Paradise rising over the dull waste of my existence--send a glow of comfort to my aged heart and a fresh feeling of repose which the harsh business of life cannot extinguish or disturb! And what a fair history comes with that shadowy recollection! How much of passionate condensed existence is involved in it and how mysteriously yet naturally connected with it seem all the noblest feelings of my imperfect nature! The scene of beauty has become "a joy for ever