Renewal of lost innocence.

The feet, that lately ran so fast

To meet desire, are soothly sealed;

The eyes, that were so often cast

On vanity, are touched and healed.

From troublous sights and sounds set free

In such a twilight hour of breath,

Shall one retrace his life, or see,

Through shadows, the true face of death?

Vials of mercy! Sacring oils!