On Death + 

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, + 

And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? + 

The transient pleasures as a vision seem, + 

And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die. + 

How strange it is that man on earth should roam, + 

And lead a life of woe, but not forsake + 

His rugged path; nor dare he view alone + 

His future doom, which is but to awake. + 