In this world, the isle of dreams,
While we sit by sorrow's streams,
Tears and terrors are our themes
   Reciting:

But when once from hence we fly,
More and more approaching nigh
 Unto young eternity,
   Uniting:

 In that whiter island, where
 Things are evermore sincere;
 Candor here and luster there
 Delighting:

    There no monstrous fancies shall
 Out of hell an horror call,
 To create, or cause at all,
Affrighting.

    There, in calm and cooling sleep
We our eyes shall never steep,
 But eternal watch shall keep,
 Attending

    Pleasures, such as shall pursue
   Me immortalized, and you;
  And fresh joys, as never too
Have ending.