Death and Eternity.
I
My thoughts, that often mount the skies,
Go, search the world beneath,
Where nature in all ruin lies,
And owns her sovereign, death.
II
The tyrant, how he triumphs here!
His trophies spread around!
And heaps of dust and bones appear
Thro' all the hollow ground.
III
These sculls, what ghastly figures now!
How loathsome to the eyes?
These are the heads we lately knew
So beauteous and so wise.
IV
But where the souls, those deathless things,
That left this dying clay?
My thoughts, now strecth out all your wings,
And trace eternity.
V
O that unfathomable sea!
Those deeps without a shore!
Where living waters gently play,
Or fiery billows roar.
VI
Thus must we leave the banks of life,
And try this doubtful sea;
Vain are our groans, and dying strife,
To gain a moment's stay.
VII
There we shall swim in heav'nly bliss,
Or sink in flaming waves,
While the pale carcase thoughtless lies,
Amongst the silent graves.
VIII
Some hearty friend shall drop his tear
On our dry bones, and say,
‘These once were strong, as mine appear,
‘And mine must be as they.’
IX
Thus shall our mould'ring members teach
What now our senses learn:
For dust and ashes loudest preach
Man's infinite concern.
