Be such, then, hopeful, full of life, as may become us here.
There’s much at best t’ embitter life, to make it sad and drear.
We have unfading beauty here, if we have love divine,
Howe’er defaced by time and age will nature’s works outshine;
Its rays of light reflecting o’er this moral atmosphere,
Will still be seen and felt for good, though we may disappear.
This present meeting then will seem a little Heaven below,
Its influence, too, be spread abroad wherever we may go.
Be this the pleasing, glad result; and then in fadeless bloom,
We shall in beauty be arrayed beyond the silent tomb.