hour of reflection, with the inspiration of a new hope and earnest purpose.
"So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan that moves
To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him and lies down to pleasant dreams."
SINGING.
The following or some other appropriate hymn may be used:
Friend after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts,
That finds not here an end.
Were this frail world our only rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
There is a world above,
Where parting is unknown—
A whole eternity of love
And blessedness alone;
And faith beholds the dying here,
Translated to that happier sphere.
