And the joys bless'd spirits prove,
Far exceeds all earthly love!"
CHAPTER VIII
Wearing Mourning for the Dead
"What is death?--my sister, say."
"Ask not, brother, breathing clay.
Ask the earth on which we tread,
That silent empire of the dead.
Ask the sea--its myriad waves,
Living, leap o'er countless graves!"
"Earth and ocean answer not,