2 Of darksome love gath illegible ane And death upon the shameful tree How vanquished Death no terror wears And Grave is
shorn of all his fears The book is closed - the golden chain I brought with joy and sign again While peeping through the leafy
wall The startled birds their neighbors call And joyful well the lenghend lays And circling hills repeat the praise In broken
converse now the day Goes quickly unperceived away Perhaps why mortals may be proof Against the shafts of Jesus' love What
lands are stained with martyr blood When fearless hearts would worship God Of fretful crowds who gaily side In tinkling pomp
the horse of pride of kinder hearts who pitying scan The fearful depths of fallen man And firm with patient purpose prove
The noiseless might of Christian love Of lasting wealth for youth or age So freely spread on natures page What bounds to mortal
ken are given What plants adorn the vales of heaven Of times when wasting war shall cease And all accept the Prince of Peace
Of Death with huge unequal sheaves And countless too as summer leaves What wealth of various fruit is there The shriveled
form with whitened hair