Dark Ignorance is lavish of her shades:
And these the formidable picture draw. 60
But grant the worst; ’tis past; new prospects rise;
And drop a veil eternal o’er her tomb.
Far other views our contemplation claim,
Views that o’erpay the rigours of our life;
Views that suspend our agonies in death.
Wrapt in the thought of immortality,
Wrapt in the single, the triumphant thought!
Long life might lapse, age unperceived come on;