Reflecting thus, the goldsmith breath’d his last;
The handmaid’s love and grief behind her cast.
A dead mate’s love can never more be shown;
A dead mate’s voice will never more be known;190
Love for the living, in the heart and eyes,
Will ever spring; the dead no more can rise.
One Living is there, death that never knows;
Love Him! The life from Him alone still flows.
Love Him, whom saints and prophets all have loved;
Through whom alone we all have lived and moved.