'The Righteous shall be in everlasting remembrance.'

Earth's transitory things decay,
Its pomps, its pleasures pass away;
But the sweet memory of the good
Survives in the vicissitude.
As 'midst the ever-rolling sea
The eternal isles established be,
'Gainst which the surges of the main
Fret, dash, and break themselves in vain:
As in the heavens the urns divine
Of golden light for ever shine;
Though clouds may darken, storms may rage,
They still shine on from age to age:
So, through the ocean-tide of years,
The memory of the just appears;
So, through the tempest and the gloom,
The good man's virtues light the tomb.
Happy the righteous! come what may,
Though heaven dissolve and earth decay;
Happy the righteous man! for he
Belongs to immortality.