"The heart may languish, and the eye may weep,

For those whom heaven has called from life and care;
Yet there's an earthly pang than these more deep,
Which sharpens sorrow, and which brings despair,

Which wrings the heart, and lays the bosom bare.
Yet 'tis not death, each living man must die,
Death culls the sweetest flow'r, the form most fair,
The one deep cloud which darkens every sky

Is changed affection's cold averted eye."