Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just.

Dear Night! this world's defeat; The stop to busy fools; care's check and curb; The day of spirits; my soul's calm retreat Which none disturb! Christ's progress, and His prayer-time; The hours to which high Heaven cloth chime.

I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright.

Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular, about this earth doth run and ride. He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where; He says it is so far, that he has quite forgot how to go there.

To God, thy country, and thy friend be true.

As men are killed by fighting, the truth is lost in disputing.

They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here.