There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found:
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,
Low in the ground.
The soul, of origin divine,
God's glorious image freed from clay,
In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine,
A star of day!
The sun is but a spark of fire,
A transient meteor in the sky;
The soul, immortal as its Sire,
Shall never die!
More verses by James Montgomery
- Twilight
- The Recluse
- The Pelican Island
- The Bird That Soars On Highest Wing
- Thee Will I Praise, O Lord, In Light,