A restless bed of pain! a plunge opaque

Beyond conjecture! feeble Nature’s dread!

Strong reason’s shudder at the dark unknown!

A sun extinguish’d! a just opening grave!

And, oh! the last, last, what? (can words express? 660

Thought reach it?)—the last—silence of a friend!”

Where are those horrors, that amazement, where,

This hideous group of ills, which singly shock,

Demand from man?—I thought him man till now.

Through nature’s wreck, through vanquish’d agonies