Shall be to atoms riven—
The skies consume, the planets fall,
Convulsions rock this earthly ball;
There’s nothing firm but heaven.
4 A stranger, lonely here I roam,
From place to place am driven;
My friends are gone, and I’m in gloom,
This earth is all a dismal tomb;
I have no home but heaven.
5 The clouds disperse—the light appears,