A crown of glory even now.
“How deep the gloom that mantled there!
How sweetly, too, ’twas all withdrawn!
Thus, ever thus, night’s darkest hour
Precedes the day’s triumphant dawn.
“Oh! while he lingered, struggling still
With pain and anguish and despair,
The sting of death was felt indeed,
And then I wearied Heaven with prayer.
“But when the unfettered spirit fled