By bold persistence life from seeming death.
E’en in the ever empty fields of ice
She may go with her friend, where he will be
Encircled with the light which spirits form
When darkness wounds and maims the powers of life.
My friend, thou standest at that threshold now,
Where man must lose what once he hath attained.
Full many a glance thou hast toward spirit-realms
Directed, and from them hast gained the power
That made thee capable of thy great work.