A life has just begun! 
  A life has just begun! 
  Another soul has won
  The glorious spark of being! 
  Pilgrim of life all hail! 
  He who at first called forth,
  From nothingness the earth;
  Who piled the mighty hills, and dug the sea,
  Who gave the stars to gem
  Night like a diadem,
  Thou little child, made thee! 
  Young creature of the earth,
  Fair as its flowers, though brought in sorrow forth,
  Hail, all hail.

  ANGEL OF WELCOME.

  The Heavens themselves shall vanish as a scroll;
  The solid Earth dissolve; the Sun grow pale,
  But thou, oh Human Soul,
  Shalt be immortal.  Hail!

  CHORUS OF CHERUBIM.

  A life has just begun! 
  A life has just begun! 
  Another soul has won
  The glorious spark of being! 
  Oh young immortal, hail! 
  He before whom are dim
  Seraph and cherubim;
  Who gave the archangels strength and majesty,
  Who sits upon Heaven’s throne,
  The Everlasting One,
  Oh blessed child, made thee! 
  Fair creature of the earth,
  Heir of immortal life, though mortal in thy birth,
  Hail, all hail.

DIRGE OF DEATH.

  ANGEL OF DEPARTURE.

  Shrink not, oh Human Spirit,
  The Everlasting Arm is strong to save. 
  Look up—­look up, frail nature, put thy trust
  In Him who went down mourning to the dust,
  And overcame the grave.

  CHORUS OF MINISTERING SPIRITS.

  ’Tis nearly done,
  Life’s work is nearly done,
  Watching and weariness and strife. 
  One little struggle more,
  One pang and it is o’er,
  Then farewell life. 
  Farewell, farewell, farewell. 
  Kind friends, ’tis nearly past,
  Come, come and look your last. 
  Sweet children, gather near,
  And that last blessing hear,—­
  See how he loved you, who departeth now. 
  And, with thy trembling step, and pallid brow,
  Oh most beloved one
  Whose breast he leant upon,
  Come, faithful unto death,
  And take his latest breath. 
  Farewell—­farewell—­farewell.

  ANGEL OF DEPARTURE.

  Hail, disenthralled spirit;
  Thou that the wine-press of the field hast trod: 
  On, blest Immortal, on, through boundless space,
  And stand with thy Redeemer face to face,
  And bow before thy God.

  CHORUS OF MINISTERING SPIRITS.

  ’Tis done—­’tis done;
  Life’s weary work is done;
  Now the glad spirit leaves the clay,
  And treads with winged ease
  The bright acclivities
  Of Heaven’s crystalline way;
  Joy to thee, Blessed one. 
  Lift up, lift up thine eyes,
  Yonder is Paradise;
  And this fair shining band
  Are spirits of thy land;
  And these, that throng to meet thee, are thy kin,
  Who have awaited thee, redeemed from sin. 
  Bright spirit, thou art blest. 
  This city’s name is Rest;
  Here sin and sorrow cease,
  And thou hast won its peace,
  Joy to thee, Blessed One.