Press on! for it is godlike to unloose
The spirit, and forget yourself in thought;
Bending a pinion for the deeper sky,
And in the very fetters of your flesh,
Mating with the pure essences of heaven!
Press on!—‘for in the grave there is no work,
And no device.’—Press on! while yet ye may!
So lives the soul of man. It is the thirst
Of his immortal nature; and he rends
The rock for secret fountains, and pursues