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

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.

If thou canst but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress and thy ease.

So stick up ivy and the bays, and then restore the heathen ways, green will remind you of the Spring, though this great day denies the thing, and mortifies the earth, and all, but your wild revels, and loose hall.

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

Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just.