Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King - The saint, the father, and the husband prays: - Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing, - That thus they all shall meet in future days; - There ever bask in uncreated rays, - No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, - Together hymning their Creator's praise, - In such society, yet still more dear; - While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...

Compar'd with this, how poor Religion's pride,
In all the pomp of method, and of art,
When men display to congregations wide
Devotion's every grace, except the heart !...