And her spirit thrills with rapture, yielding to its blissful dream!
DEATH.
"Death, thou art infinite!"
"All that live must die,
Passing through nature to Eternity."
Now we chant a miserere which proclaims the end of man—
Telling, in prophetic language, "Life," at best, "is but a span!"
Scarcely treading, slowly enter, reverently bend the knee—
List the Spirit's inward whisper, and from worldly thoughts be free.