The pulse of mind can never cease to play;
By God awaken’d, it for ever throbs,
Eternal as His own eternity!
Above the angels, or below the fiends:
To mount in glory, or in shame descend—
Mankind are destined by resistless doom.
R. Montgomery.
Beyond the purple verge of infinite space,
The immortal soul of man shall live again;
Live where its glories never more may wane,