182 SPRING-TIDE. 



" Thank God for hope I that after life's short night, 

 Cheered by fair dreams and memories, I shall rise 



To fields with never-failing verdure bright ; 

 Unfailing fountains, pure, unclouded skies ; 



And see the world which will not pass away, 



In the full sunshine of perpetual day!" 



[Exeunt from the churchyard. 



