To night, on which no morn shall dawn again.
But through th’ obscurity of this dark gloom,
The eye of hope can safely penetrate;
And far beyond the precincts of the tomb,
A gleam of comfort checks the pow’r of fate.
For virtue ne’er shall unrewarded be,
Nor innocence in death forego its charms;
Soon may we hope in heav’n our friend to see,
Securely resting in his Maker’s arms.
ALEXIS.