Th’ immortal being with our dust entwin’d?—
So let us deem! and e’en the tears they wake
Shall then be blest, for that high nature’s sake.
THE DEPARTED.
“Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world—with kings,
The powerful of the earth—the wise—the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre.” Bryant.
And shrink ye from the way