O SHROUD me, Heaven, beneath thy guardian wings!
For my soul sickens of a mortal trust;
And mourning its alliance to the dust,
Fondly to its Eternal Kindred springs.
For earth is full of perishable things;
And the sweet visions of the heart's young bloom
Are faithless all; and human sufferings
Make life's fair flowers soon wither on the tomb.
But, in my spirit's awful secrecy,
I feel the peace, the purity above;
And sigh to join the holy band of love,
Who breathe the breath of Immortality.
Alas! in vain! feelings of mortal woe
Rush o'er my soul, and I am still below.

O SHROUD me, Heaven, beneath thy guardian wings!
For my soul sickens of a mortal trust;
And mourning its alliance to the dust,
Fondly to its Eternal Kindred springs.
For earth is full of perishable things;
And the sweet visions of the heart's young bloom
Are faithless all; and human sufferings
Make life's fair flowers soon wither on the tomb.
But, in my spirit's awful secrecy,
I feel the peace, the purity above;
And sigh to join the holy band of love,
Who breathe the breath of Immortality.
Alas! in vain! feelings of mortal woe
Rush o'er my soul, and I am still below.