" Spirit, leave thine house of clay;
Lingering Dust, resign thy breath!
Spirit, cast thy chains away;
Dust, be thou dissolved in death! "

Thus thy Guardian A NGEL spoke,
As he watch'd thy dying bed;
As the bonds of life he broke;
And the ransom'd captive fled.

" Prisoner, long detain'd below;
Prisoner, now with freedom blest;
Welcome from a world of woe,
Welcome to a land of rest! "

Thus thy Guardian A NGEL sang,
As he bore thy soul on high;
While with Hallelujahs rang
All the region of the sky.

— — Ye that mourn a F ATHER 's loss,
Ye that weep a Friend no more,
Call to mind the C HRISTIAN cross,
Which your Friend , your F ATHER , bore.

Grief, and penury, and pain
Still attended on his way;
And Oppression's scourge and chain,
More unmerciful than they.

Yet while travelling in distress
('Twas the eldest curse of sin)
Through the world's waste wilderness,
He had paradise within.

And along that vale of tears,
Which his humble footsteps trod,
Still a shining path appears,
Where the M OURNER walk'd with GOD.

Till his M ASTER , from above,
When the promised hour was come,
Sent the chariot of his love
To convey the W ANDERER home.

Saw ye not the wheels of fire,
And the steeds that cleft the wind?
Saw ye not his soul aspire,
When his mantle dropp'd behind?

Ye who caught it as it fell,
Bind that mantle round your breast;
So in you his meekness dwell,
So on you his spirit rest!

Yet rejoicing in his lot,
Still shall Memory love to weep
O'er the venerable spot
Where his dear cold relics sleep.

Grave! the guardian of his dust,
Grave! the treasury of the skies,
Every atom of thy trust
Rests in hope again to rise.

Hark! the judgment-trumpet calls —
" Soul, rebuild thine house of clay:
I MMORTALITY thy walls,
And E TERNITY thy day! "