consoled those whom, dying, he left behind, mourning not so much
that he was gone as because they were left behind and could not go
too.

"Nor is its work done. It will go on singing to your children and
my children, and to their children, through all the generations of
time; nor will it fold its wings till the last pilgrim is safe, and
time ended; and then it shall fly back to the bosom of God, whence
it issued, and sound on, mingled with all those sounds of celestial
joy which make heaven musical forever."