Triumphant in His beams, who made the day.
When we leave that sun, and are left by this
(The fate of all who die in stubborn guilt), 1280
’Tis utter darkness; strictly double death.
We sink by no judicial stroke of Heaven,
But nature’s course; as sure as plummets fall.
Since God, or man, must alter, ere they meet
(Since light and darkness blend not in one sphere),
’Tis manifest, Lorenzo! who must change.
If, then, that double death should prove thy lot,