Part 5 — ANGELIE.

There are clouds on the mountain's brow, Angelie! And our soft blue skies are frowning now, Angelie! O say it is well in that far-off land, Where the mountains rise from the sea-girt strand; Our daily prayers are to Heaven for thee, Angelie! We listen for thee at the morning prime, Angelie! With the Matin-bell and its holy chime, Angelie! And at night, under Heaven's blue canopy, When the angels have lighted their tapers for thee, A silver voice comes over the sea, "It is well, it is well, with your Angelie!" O the clouds may cover the mountain's brow, Angelie! And hide their wreaths of eternal snow, Angelie! And the fiend of the storm may shriek at will, And the lightning leap from hill to hill, For the night is past and I come to thee, My bride, my beautiful Angelie!