Of sorrow, and sickness, and care;
And the slave and the prisoner, now freed from their chain,
Have rejoicingly welcomed you there.
The true light now shines and the darkness is past,
For that which is perfect is come,
And your pure loving spirits are gathered at last,
In their only congenial home.
May the balm of your memory steal through the soul,
Like a gale from Arabia the blest,
Exert o’er the feelings a sacred control,