Still solitary place! Here silence reigns; Here griefs are hushed; none ever here complains. Here no ambition agitates mankind, Within the limits of a vault confined, Around the whisp'ring breeze, impressive, steals, And on my listening soul instruction seals. The solemn truth sinks deep within my breast; I, mortal now, immortal soon, shall rest. Ended my journey, with its hopes and fears, My deep solicitudes, and silent tears. Under some neighbouring sod, my bones will lie, And wait the summons from the flaming sky: When ocean, trembling in its briny bed, And earth, upheaving, shall restore her dead. Roused by the voice, that heaven and earth shall shake, At that momentous period, I _must_ wake, Among my fellow clay unknown before,-- Must wake with horror, or with joy adore. Oh, wondrous scene! most awful! most august! Th' event is certain, and the purpose just. The Judge's eye will pierce the inmost soul, Each hidden record of the past unroll; No word, no motive, no minuter thought Escape exposure, into judgment brought. Oh! that these solemn truths, with equal force, Might rule my soul, throughout its earthly course; That every scene, and every hour, may give True witness then, to God alone I live! So with the saints in glory shall I rise, To hear the welcome plaudit from the skies, "Well done." Unbounded love! no tongue can tell What transports then my ravished heart shall swell. A worm! an atom! less than nothing I! By love redeemed from death, and raised on high.