To live in hearts we leave behind

Is not to die.

THOMAS CAMPBELL, Hallowed Ground

'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,

And coming events cast their shadows before.

THOMAS CAMPBELL, Lochiel's Warning

All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom,

The sun himself must die,

Before this mortal shall assume

Its immortality.

Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day,

Spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.

'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,

And robes the mountain in its azure hue.