Frederick Goddard Tuckerman - "Dank fens of cedar..." lyrics

Dank fens of cedar, hemlock-branches gray With tress and trail of mosses wringing-wet; Beds of the black pitch-pine in dead leaves set Whose wasted red has wasted to white away; Remnants of rain and droppings of decay,-- Why hold ye so my heart, nor dimly let Through your deep leaves the light of yesterday, The faded glimmer of a sunshine set? Is it that in your darkness, shut from strife, The bread of tears becomes the bread of life? Far from the roar of day, beneath your boughs Fresh griefs beat tranquilly, and loves and vows Grow green in your gray shadows, dearer far Even than all lovely lights, and roses are?