Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind.

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.

Let us go forth and resolutely dare with sweat of brow to toil our little day.

Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.