Moriens Superstiti
- 1The hour-bell sounds, and I must go;
- 2Death waits--again I hear him calling;--
- 3No cowardly desires have I,
- 4Nor will I shun his face
appalling.
- 5I die in faith and honour rich--
- 6But ah! I leave behind my treasure
- 7In widowhood and lonely pain;--
- 8To live were surely then a pleasure!
- 9My lifeless eyes upon thy face
- 10Shall never open more to-morrow;
- 11To-morrow shall thy beauteous eyes
- 12Be closed to Love, and drown'd in Sorrow;
- 13To-morrow Death shall freeze this hand,
- 14And on thy breast, my wedded treasure,
- 15I never, never more shall live;--
- 16Alas! I quit a life of pleasure.