MAN LIETH DOWN AND RISETH NOT AGAIN TILL THE HEAVENS BE NO MORE. --Job.
Soft are the slumbers of the sunless tomb;
Quiet dwells there--its inmate brooding peace;
The still inhabitant heeds not the gloom
Of night, nor starts when morn awakes in bloom,
The wanderer rests, and cares and sorrows cease.
Yet shell these forms forever pillow there?
Shall dust to dust its lasting kin compare?
O, THOU UNSEEN! shall thy creation sleep,
Mingled with earth, and dark corruption share,
Where silence drear, and death, their vigils keep?
We bless thee for the cheering hope revealed,
Where INSPIRATION sheds its loving ray,
Which, quickening vision, shows the grave unsealed,
Its slumberers waking to eternal day.