A host of restless phantoms chase,—
Why mourn for those who rest?
We mourn for those who sin,
Bound in the tempter’s snare,
Whom syren pleasure beckons in
To prisons of despair,
Whose hearts, by whirlwind passions torn,
Are wrecked on folly’s shore,—
But why in sorrow should we mourn
For those who sin no more?