Unfading Hope! when life's last embers burn,
When soul to soul, and dust to dust return!
Heav'n to thy charge resigns the awful hour!
Oh! then, thy kingdom comes! Immortal Power!
What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly
The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye!
Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey
The morning dream of life's eternal day —
Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin!
And all the Phoenix spirit burns within!
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
But leave — oh! leave — the light of hope behind!
What though my winged hours of bliss have been,
Like angel visits, few and far between;
Her musing mood shall every pang appeas,
And charm — when pleasures loose the power to please!