Time is eternity begun.

When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).

There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.

While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.

Hymns should have unity, graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts, a conscious progress, a sense of completeness and be easily understood.

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