Methought I Saw My Late

A Death-like Sleep, A Gentle Wafting To Immortal Life.

Death Is The Golden Key That Opens The Palace Of Eternity.

Cedar, And Pine, And Fir, And Branching Palm, A Sylvan Scene, And As The Ranks Ascend Shade Above Shade, A Woody Theatre Of Stateliest View.

Of Man's First Disobedience, And The Fruit/of That Forbidden Tree, Whose Mortal Taste/brought Death Into The World, And All Our Woe,/with Loss Of Eden, Till One Greater Man/restore Us, And Regain The Blissful Seat,/sing Heavenly Muse

Long Is The Way And Hard, That Out Of Hell Leads Up To Light.