Then round about the starry throne Of Him who ever rules alone, Your heav'nly guided soul shall climb, Of all this earthly grossness quit, With glory crown'd for ever sit, And triumph over Death and thee, O Time!
Then round about the starry throne Of Him who ever rules alone, Your heav'nly guided soul shall climb, Of all this earthly grossness quit, With glory crown'd for ever sit, And triumph over Death and thee, O Time!