1. 'TIS well, 'tis well with them (say I) Whose short-liv'd Passions with themselves can dye: For none can be unhappy, who 'Midst all his ills a time does know (Though nere so long) when he shall not be so. 2. Whatever parts of Me remain, Those parts will still the Love of Thee retain; For 'twas not only in my Heart, But like a God by powerful Art, 'Twas all in all, and all in every Part. 3. My 'Affection no more perish can Than the first Matter that compounds a Man. Hereafter if one Dust of Me Mix'd with another's Substance be, 'Twill Leaven that whole Lump with Love of Thee. 4. Let Nature, if she please, disperse My Atoms over all the Universe, At the last they easily shall Themselves know, and together call, For thy Love, like a Mark, is stamp'd on all. |