For the heart whose woes are legion ‘Tis a peaceful, soothing region – For the spirit that walks in shadow ‘Tis – oh, ’tis an Eldorado! But the traveller, travelling through it, May not – dare not openly view it; Never its mysteries are exposed To the weak human eye unclosed; So wills its King, who hath forbid The uplifting of the fringed lid; And thus the sad Soul that here passes Beholds it but through darkened glasses.