Many a lucent star sublime
In the vault of earthly time:
Many a deed, and name, and face,
Is a lamp of heavenly grace,
And, to us that walk below,
Cheers with hope the vale of wo.
Lo! the great aerial host,
Whom our bodily eyes have lost,
To the spirit re-appear
With their glory shining here;
Bearded saints from holy cell;
Warriors who for Duty fell;
Thoughtful devotees, in youth
Spell-bound by a glance of Truth.
And to whom all else has been
But a thin and changeful scene;
All to whom the many shows
That the years of earth disclose,
Are but gleams, for moments given,
Of an ever-present heaven.