Than thou from that dim chamber and the gleam

Of poor earth's purest radiance? Love, alas!

Of that strange scene must long in sorrow dream.

But we—we hear thy manful music still!

A royal requiem for a kingly soul!

No sadness of farewell! Away regret,

When greatness nears its goal!

We follow thee, in thought, through light, afar

Divinely piloted beyond the bar!