That burst upon the Christian’s dying eye!
And even when he “dies, and gives no sign”—
When nature sinks beneath her agony,
Then comes the hope no fears can undermine,
That he who lived so well, must die with joys divine.
X.
As the proud monarch of the forest falls,
Even so it lies. And thus th’ immortal soul,
When death has freed it from its prison walls,
Shall hear the knell of its probation toll.