Till God shall stop the strife, and call the body colleague.
Garment of flesh, and art thou then a vest, so tinged with subtle poison,
Not so: fruit of disobedience, rot in dissolution, as thou must,—
The seed is in the core, its germ is safe, and life is in that germ:
Moreover, Marah shall be sweetened; and a Good Physician
Yet shall heal those gangrene wounds, the spotted plague of sin:
He, through worldly trials, and the separative cleansing of the grave,
Shall change its corruptible to glory, and wash that garment white.
Still, is the whisper in thy heart, that oftenest the bed of death