The
Third
Chapter
of
the
Wisdom
of
SOLOMON
.
From
the
First
to
the
Sixth
Verse
.
THUS
sung
the
Man
,
for
Wisdom
long
renown'd
,
What
mean
these
Tears
and
mournful
Numbers
round
?
Is
Death
the
Cause
?
Ah
!
then
restrain
your
Tears
,
That
stubborn
Monarch
nor
regard
nor
hears
,
And
the
blest
Shades
for
whom
you
vainly
mourn
,
To
these
dim
Regions
wou'd
no
more
return
,
Wrap'd
in
bright
Visions
they
no
Ills
endure
,
From
Sin
,
from
Danger
,
and
from
Death
secure
:
'Tis
past
.
The
parting
Struggles
are
no
more
,
They
now
are
landed
on
the
blissful
Shore
,
Where
no
pale
Fears
nor
sullen
Sorrows
dwell
,
But
Joys
beyond
what
mortal
Tongues
can
tell
?
Where
smiling
Hope
for
ever
blooms
around
,
And
growing
Pleasures
that
shall
know
no
Bound
.
When
thoughtless
Mortals
by
constraint
attend
On
the
last
Moments
of
their
parting
Friend
,
See
the
chang'd
Features
wear
a
deathful
Hue
,
The
Temples
water'd
with
a
fainting
Dew
,
The
Limbs
that
tremble
with
convulsive
Pain
:
Then
stand
agast
the
ignorant
and
vain
,
Who
shiver
at
the
seeming
stern
Decree
;
But
look
no
farther
than
their
Eyes
can
see
,
The
happy
Soul
glides
unobserv'd
away
To
Worlds
of
Glory
and
eternal
Day
.
The
Pains
and
Sorrows
which
the
Virtuous
know
,
Which
long
had
bid
the
Tears
in
secret
flow
,
Shall
not
be
lost
nor
bury'd
in
the
Ground
;
But
serve
to
brighten
their
immortal
Crown
:
From
that
great
Being
they
shall
find
their
Pay
,
Who
blest
the
rising
and
the
closing
Day
.
When
the
pure
Spirit
from
its
Prison
flies
,
How
joy
the
Seraphs
in
their
brighter
Skies
:
Around
their
Guest
the
shining
Guards
attend
,
And
heav'nly
Harps
with
heav'nly
Voices
blend
.