Does the tide ever turn in the land of the dead?
Shall we stir at the kiss of the wave rolling back,
And lift, like the sea-weed, the death-draggled head,
And toss with life’s flood, like the tangles of wrack?
We trust it is so; for the sea that God turns,
And sends flooding back into river and bay—
Is the sea more divine than the spirit that yearns?
And we will not believe that life’s tide ebbs for aye.
—James Buckham, Frank Leslie’s.
(1828)