He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee;
And death has no sting, since the Saviour hath died.
568. C. M. Barbauld.
The Mourner's Thoughts of Heaven.
1Not for the pious dead we weep;
Their sorrows now are o'er;
The sea is calm, the tempest past,
On that eternal shore.
2O, might some dream of visioned bliss,
Some trance of rapture, show