Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky.

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

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

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.