War not with Death or Sorrow; what I crave
Is Peace on Earth. O war not with the Grave!
Let all that Death can touch untroubled lie,
And who would strive with that which cannot die!”—
“Is he no more?”—
“’Tis painful to reply.
To us he is; and let the Subject die! 120
For, if he lives, he suffers, and he feels
The Pangs that Death concludes—at least conceals.”
“I know not this; or, grant repentance true,