Let them mingle,—for they must!
Give to earth the earthly clod,
For the spirit’s fled to God.
2 Never more shall midnight’s damp
Darken round this mortal lamp;
Never more shall noonday’s glance
Search this mortal countenance.
3 Look aloft! The spirit’s risen;
Death cannot the soul imprison:
’Tis in heaven that spirits dwell,