Pass like an evening meteor’s flight;
Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears:
Whose course is short, unclouded, bright.
2 O, cheerless were our lengthened way:
But heaven’s own light dispels the gloom,
Streams downward from eternal day,
And casts a glory round the tomb.
3 O, stay thy tears; the blest above
Have hailed a spirit’s heavenly birth,
And sung a song of joy and love;