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The pale eclipse of mind,
The deathless ray behind :
From Death's dominion here,
From every mortal fear, -
If heavenly tear can flow,
In this sad world below.
Yet weep, for earth's a vale of care, • And they who mourn are blest,
If He who hears the mourner's prayer
Send comfort to the breast :
Rise, said the Master ; come unto the feast :-
Great New Street, Fetter Lane.
And my sad thoughts doth clear.
Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams with which yon hill
After the sun's remove.
Whose light doth trample on my days; My days, which are at best but dull and la
Mere glimmerings and decays. Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just
Shining no where but in the dark ; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark !
Green earth closed lately o’er ;
For those who “die no more.”
Dread portals of the grave; But not in dull decay they sleep
Whom Jesus died to save.