What earthy sweetness remaineth unmixed with grief? 
What glory standeth immutable on earth? 
All things are but shadows most feeble, but most deluding dreams. 

Yet one moment only, and death shall supplant then all. 
But in the light of Thy countenance, O Christ, and in the sweetness of Thy beauty, give rest to him whom thou hast chosen, because Thou lovest mankind.