Dark Sorrow’s form, nor Pleasure’s tempting smiles,
And when the future years which God may give,
Have each their changing cycles rolled around,
Then floated off unto the solemn Past—
When life’s last hour comes, with drooping wing,
And thou art borne unto the judgment seat
Of God! Eternity’s dread bar! o’er thee
No shadows dark will hang, but Faith’s bright form,
And heav’nly Love, will clasp thee round, and bear
Thee up unto thy Father, God!