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

The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.

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

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.

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.

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.