Goes out in many a home as sinks the day
Which lights a nation’s life—the glorious day
Which made our joy so bright—
A risen sun—a lump of feeble clay!
“Dust unto dust!”
Death calls—earth fades—Heaven opens full in view;
A glorious Heaven meets his raptured view.
No gates shall bar the just—
His mighty soul in triumph enters through!
Through tears and gloom—