"Joy for thee, happy friend, thy bark hath past
The dangerous sea, and safely moored at last,
Beyond rough foam,
Soft gales celestial, in sweet music bore,
Mortal emancipate for this far shore,
Thee to thy home.
"You've travelled long, and far from mortal joys,
To Soul's diviner sense, that spurns such toys,
Brave wanderer, lone.
Now see thy ever-self Life never fled.
Man is not mortal, never of the dead;
The dark unknown.
"When hope soared high, and joy was eagle-plumed,
Her pinions drooped; the flesh was weak, and doomed
To pass away.
But radiant hopes around thy death-couch spread,
Majestic forms and rainbow glories shed
O'er Life's long day.
