So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave upon the shore.
"Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies;
While heaven and earth combine to say,
'How blest the righteous when he dies!'"—Mrs. Barbauld.
"An eve
Beautiful as the good man's quiet end,
When all of earthly now is passed away,