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.