When left the sun the distant west,
Still lingering there appears his light;
So when a spirit leaves the world,
Its sunset rays will point its flight.

None leave it now; their suns still stand
Yet high above the horizon's bound;
No rays e'er come from other skies,
To show another world they've found.

If thou hast seen one die from earth,
Mark well his path along the sky;
And when his orb sinks from thy gaze,
Still on the west keep fixed thine eye;

And follow on; nor doubt the beams
That upward shoot shall lead thee on;
To where a sun he'll ever blaze,
Nor light come back to mark him gone.