The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker/A Prospect of Death

Death! thou real friend of innocence, Tho' dreadful unto shivering sense, I feel my nature tottering o'er Thy gloomy waves, which loudly roar: Immense the scene, yet dark the view, Nor Reason darts her vision thro'. Virtue! supreme of earthly good, Oh let thy rays illume the road; And when dash'd from the precipice, Keep me from sinking in the seas: Thy radiant wings, then wide expand, And bear me to celestial land.