Around the glorious evening skies,
The Spirit’s holy fire returning,
From every Christian heart shall rise!
Gostick, from the German of Freiligrath.
’Tis a solemn place:
For this dark purple loam, wherein I lie,
And this green mould, the mother of bright flowers,
Was bone and sinew once, now decomposed;
Perhaps has lived, breathed, walked, as proud as we,
And animate with all the faculties,