But man decays, and wastes away, and dies,
His noble frame dissolving in the ground,
His spirit fled—ah, whither who can say?
Beneath the valley's clod in sleep profound
He rests, and there the sleeper quiet lies,
Till earth shall burn and heav'ns shall flee away.
21. THE STORM ON THE LAKE.
The vessel floated on the inland sea,
And Jesus found repose to nature dear,