O death! where is thy sting?
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?[335:1]
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1.
Is there no bright reversion in the sky
For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 9.
The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 14.