Like water lapsing o'er a glossy woof
With unctuous juice impregnate. Whensoe'er
This sense brought home of death, this heartfelt proof
Of our mortality becomes our share,
If we have not religion, deep despair
Will seize upon our spirits, but if we
Possess that blessed gift, joy shall they wear,
As fades all life's substantiality,
Th' unreal earth is lost in heaven's reality.