“Now for the greatest Change prepare,

To see the only Great, the only Fair,

Vail now thy feeble eyes, gaze and be blest;

Here all thy Turns and Revolutions cease,

Here’s all Serenity and Peace:

Thou’rt to the Center come, the native seat of rest.

Here’s now no further change nor need there be;

When One shall be Variety.”

(Stz. 5.)

In Drummond’s “Teares on the Death of Mœliades” the joy of the departed soul is repeatedly emphasized as a rest in the enjoyment of God’s beauty. Thus, in closing, the dead is addressed: