The river of the water of life floweth on in majesty for ever!
Why should it seem a thing impossible to thee, O man of many doubts,
That God shall wake the dead, and give this mortal immortality?
Is it that such riches are unsearchable, the bounty too profuse?
And yet, what gift, to cease or change, is worthy of the King Almighty?
For remember the moment thou art not, thou mightest as well not have been;
A millennium and an hour are equal in the gulph of that desolate abyss, annihilation:
If Adam had existed till to-day, and to-day had perished utterly,
What were his gain in length of a life, that hath passed away for ever?
No tribute of thanks can exhale from the empty censer of nonentity;