And speak of realms, where Virtue’s wing shall soar
On eagle-plume—to wonder and adore;
And friends, divided here, shall meet at last,
Unite their kindred souls—and smile on all the past!
Yes! we may hope that nature’s deathless ties,
Renew’d, refined, shall triumph in the skies!
Heart-soothing thought! whose loved, consoling powers
With seraph-dreams can gild reflection’s hours,
Oh! still be near, and brightening through the gloom,
Beam and ascend! the day-star of the tomb!