They Are All Gone Into the World of Light

They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit ling'ring here;
Their very memory is fair and bright
And my sad thoughts doth clear

I see them walking in an air of glory
Whose light doth trample on my days:
My days, which are at best but dull and hoary
Mere glimmering and decays

Dear, beauteous Death! the jewel of the just
Shining nowhere, but in the dark;
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust
Could man outlook that mark!
And into glory peep

Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill
My perspective still as they pass
Or else remove me hence unto that hill
Where I shall need no glass