Which now profuse thou shedd’st, and thou wouldst bend
Down on the earth thy gaze, where soon appears,
Thyself must see, the end of all our toil;
The rest that she enjoys beyond the sky,
For whom thou weep’st, whilst o’er this care-worn soil
Dragging life’s heavy burden, as do I.
Yet till ’tis granted thee to meet again
Thy lost adored, the moments consecrate
Of absence to her memory that remain:
Thy heart let her remembrance animate;