The Giver, with His gift reclaimed, is mulcted of all praise.
Tell me, ye that strive in vain to cramp and dwarf the soul,
Wherefore should it cease to be, and when shall essence die?
It is,—and therefore shall be, till just obstacle opposeth:
Show no cause for change, and reason leaneth to continuance.
The body verily shall change; this curious house we live in
Never had continuing stay, but changeth every instant:
But the spiritual tenant of the house abideth in unalterable consciousness,
He may fly to many lands, but cannot flee himself.
The soil wherein ye drop the seed, by suns or rains may vary;