And the soul triumphs in eternal day!
Raise thy low thoughts to images above,
And hail the form you ought not to deplore,
Lodg’d in the bosom of your maker’s love;
And learn from heav’nly precept to adore.
Frail child, no more let tears impearl thine eye,
Nor rending groans lament thy glorious fire;
Since wisdom tells you, that we all must die,
Tho’ born to flourish with celestial fire!
Be these thy precepts; learn from hence, no more