Man is not mortal, never of the dead: [20]

The dark unknown.

“When hope soared high, and joy was eagle-plumed,

Thy pinions drooped; the flesh was weak, and doomed

To pass away.

But faith triumphant round thy death-couch shed [25]

Majestic forms; and radiant glory sped

The dawning day.

“Intensely grand and glorious life's sphere,— [1]

Beyond the shadow, infinite appear