A stream, diverted from its parent source;

A drop dissevered from the boundless sea;

A moment, parted from eternity;

A pilgrim panting for the rest to come;

An exile, anxious for his native home.

Hannah More.

Since soul decays not; freed from earth,

And earthly coils, it bursts away;

Receiving a celestial birth,

And spurning off its bonds of clay,