And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.

To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high, we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town.

The bells they sound on Bredon And still the steeples hum. 'Come all to church, good people,' - Oh, noisy bells, be dumb; I hear you, I will come.

Oh, when I was in love with you Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave. And now the fancy passes by And nothing wil…

I'm not scared of dying And I, don't really care If it' s peace you find in dying Well then, let the time be near.

And so, by night, while we were all at rest, I think the coming sped the parting guest.

Accordingly, death is a harbor of peace for the just, but is believed a shipwreck for the wicked.