Ah, much deluded! lay aside<br />Thy threats, and anger misapplied!<br />Art not afraid with sounds like these<br />To offend, where thou canst not appease?<br />Death is not (wherefore dream'st thou thus?)<br />The son of night and Erebus:<br />Not was of fell Erynnis born<br />On gulfs where Chaos rules forlorn.<br />But sent from God, his presence leaves,<br />To gather home his ripen'd sheaves,<br />To call encumber'd souls away<br />From fleshly bonds to boundless day,<br />(As when the winged hours excited,<br />And summon forth the morning light)<br />And each to convoy to her place<br />Before the Eternal Father's face.