“My soul, that fluttering hastens to be free,
Would yet a train of thoughts impart to thee,
But strives in vain; the chilling ice of Death
Congeals my blood, and choaks the stream of breath;
Resigned, she quits her comfortless abode
To course that long, unknown, eternal road—
O sacred Source of ever-living Light!
Conduct the weary wanderer in her flight;
Direct her onward to that peaceful shore,
Where peril, pain, and death prevail no more.