And his spirit took flight from this world of gloom,
To that glory which here was denied him.
From regions of bliss—the high Heavens above,
Where sorrows can never invade him;
He saw her distress, and he beckoned his love
To ascend, and with joy she obeyed him.
And she who is joined to the spirit she mourned,
Now in bliss, ’tis in vain to deplore her;
For her memory shall live in their bosoms inurned,
Who vowed even in death to adore her.