Clay to clay, and dust to dust!
Let them mingle,—for they must!
Give to earth the earthly clod,
For the spirit’s fled to God.
Never more shall midnight’s damp
Darken round this mortal lamp;
Never more shall noonday’s glance
Search this mortal countenance.
Look aloft! The spirit’s risen;
Death cannot the soul imprison:
’Tis in heaven that spirits dwell,
Glorious, though invisible.
Thither let us turn our view;
Peace is there, and comfort too;
There shall those we love be found,
Tracing life’s eternal round.