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.

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

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

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

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

Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.

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