Where, pure and pale, the starlight streams
Far down the Alpine slope,
Still through eternal winter gleams
The stainless flower of hope!
Undimmed by cloud, undrenched by tears,
So may thy laurel last, —
While shines o'er all thy future years
The rainbow of the past!

Far, far from thee the mournful hour
That brings the final call,
And o'er thy scenes of grace and power
Fate lets the curtain fall!
And oh, when sounds that knell of worth,
To thy pure soul be given
A painless exit from the earth,
And entrance into heaven!