My last sun has risen, it is far on its way,
The soul quits its prison ere the close of the day;
Farewell, hours of sorrow, I shall know you no more;
Ere day dawn tomorrow, our union is o’er.
A bright ray of glory, o’er the river of death,
I fear not its flowing with that light for my path.
Blest beam of its tracing o’er the gloom of that river,
Has dispersed all its horrors and calmed it forever.