Time is eternity begun.

When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee.

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.

Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.