Hereafter.

Ah, when this world and I have shaken hands, And all the frowns of this sad life got through, When from pale Care and Sorrow's dismal lands I turn a welcome and a wish'd adieu; How blest and happy, to eternal day, To endless happiness without a pain, Will my poor weary spirit sail away, That long long look'd for "better place" to gain: How sweet the scenes will open on her eye, Where no more troubles, no more cares annoy; All the sharp troubles of this life torn by, And safely moor'd in heaven's eternal joy: Sweet will it seem to Fate's oppressed worm, As trembling Sunbeams creeping from the storm.