Our God in Heaven! Is there such a one,
Or is that promise but the trick of Death
To cheat us of the glory we have won,
To rob of triumph this our parting breath,—
And does the end come with the heart’s last beat
And does the sea take everything, complete?—
No man doth know of this, for no man saith.
But Thou, who knowst how mutable is life,
Wouldst thou condemn to everlasting fire
Us who so oft have felt the thrill of strife