And, deep with mourning look, drives day away;
But lo! the radiant moon with lustre stops,
And adds new glory, though she shines less gay.
In such a scene as this we learn, that man,
Although he dies and moulders in the tomb,
His fame and virtues shall complete the plan;
And while he sleeps in death his name shall bloom.
The seeds of well spent days shall rise apace,
And like the moon of night on growth will shine,
Although his body is despoil’d of grace,