Their scattered leaves in measures did rehearse
The mysteries of man's redemption by
The incarnation of a deity.
Grave Maro, I remember, in an ode
300(An eclogue) treads the same prophetic road.
Those famous Druides, renowned of late,
Treated at large o' th' soul's immortal state.
Man's spirit does not to the gloomy shade
Of Erebus, o'er black Cocytus, wade.
Death sets no period, is the lesser part