543. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld. Death of the Righteous.
1 Sweet is the scene when virtue dies!
When sinks a righteous soul to rest;
How mildly beam the closing eyes,
How gently heaves th' expiring breast!
2 So fades a summer cloud away,
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er,
So gently shuts the eye of day,
So dies a wave along the shore.
3 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Where lights and shades alternate dwell;
How bright th' unchanging morn appears!
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell!
4 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies;
While heaven and earth combine to say,
|How blessed the righteous when he dies!|