Wilst thou sneak in on noiseless feet,
To steal away my mortal soul?
On trumpet's blare, in life's defeat,
Herald triumph; mine death extol?
Shall mourner's weep to silent dirge,
Or hymns of praise to Gods on high?
In joyous prayer mine sins to purge,
Or empty pews, no mournful cry?
Wilst I in grandeur in tomb lie,
Or in wood coffin , pauper's grave?
What eulogy spoke whence I die,
When darkness doth mine soul enslave?
In dark or lightness doth take all,
I wait in silence for Death's call.