To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.
Our purpose is to grow up and become love
Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!
The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.