And death’s dark shadows fly the Gospel sun.
They spoke, what nothing but immortal souls
Could speak; and thus the truth they question’d, proved.
Can then absurdities, as well as crimes, 601
Speak man immortal? All things speak him so.
Much has been urged; and dost thou call for more?
Call; and with endless questions be distress’d,
All unresolvable, if earth is all.
“Why life, a moment; infinite, desire? 606
Our wish, eternity? Our home, the grave?