A noble mind beams from his eye,—
Fair virtue dwells in his young heart.
Yet pale disease now lurks around,
His active limbs their vigor lose;
But lo! he hears the joyful sound;—
The gospel brings him glorious news.
What though his earthly house decays,
And swiftly sink life's ebbing sands;
He's one eternal in the skies,
Not made by dying, mortal hands.