Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.
Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.
Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.
Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.