So live, that when thy summons comes to join<br>The innumerable caravan, which moves<br>To that mysterious realm, where each shall take<br>His chamber in the silent halls of death,<br>Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,<br>Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed<br>By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave<br>Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch<br>About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.