Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.
Other men's crosses are not my crosses.
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
My world's both parts, and 'o! Both parts must die.
Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.