And gilds the tears that cease not yet to flow!
Yes, all is o’er! fear, doubt, suspense are fled—
Let brighter thoughts be with the virtuous dead!
The final ordeal of the soul is past,
And the pale brow is seal’d to heaven at last![286]
And thou, loved spirit! for the skies mature,
Steadfast in faith, in meek devotion pure;
Thou that didst make the home thy presence bless’d
Bright with the sunshine of thy gentle breast,
Where peace a holy dwelling-place had found,