Classic Poem

" I have always, " said the Parsee, " considered my fate as connected with the great luminary that rules the creation. Therefore, carry me out, that I may take my last farewell of the heavenly ruler of my earthly destinies. "
" He remained a few moments in silent adoration; it set in all its splendour, and when its golden disk had entirely disappeared, we looked round at the Parsee. He too, had sunk into everlasting rest! " — A NASTASIUS .
O, set me, ere the day is done,
Where I may view the sinking sun; —
Once more to see the glory there,
To frame my parting soul to prayer,
And feel my body die away,
Beneath the fading light of day.

Thanks, gentle friends! his cheering beams,
Revive my spirit's fainting gleams; —
I see the god in glory vest
The sacred chambers of the West,
And bless him, that his fire illumes
My journey to the place of tombs.

O Lord of life and light supreme!
O, sovereign sun, whose vital beam
To being warmed this sullen clay,
Soon as the body dies away,
May the freed spirit dare aspire
To realms of pure, perennial fire!

Ye elements, receive your trust, —
Earth, take thy part of primal dust;
The ocean-caves shall have their share,
And breath unite with fluid air;
I go to find thy place of rest,
Oh sun, adown the glowing west!