The End Of The Good Man Is Peace Poem by John Bowring

Mark the virtuous man, and see
Peace and joy his steps attend;
All his path is purity-
Happy is his end.


Come and see his dying bed;
Calm his latest moments roll:
Angels hover round his head;
Heav'n receives his soul.


Come and view his mortal grave,
Silence and repose are there;
Never more shall sorrow's wave
Wreck the slumberer.


Come and read his charter'd page,
See what bliss his advent waits;
Glories of an endless age;
Open are heav'n's gates.