Thy Liquid Notes That Close The Eye

But Oh The Heavy Change, Now Thou Art Gone, Now Thou Art Gone And Never Must Return!

Hard Are The Ways Of Truth, And Rough To Walk.

Spirits That Live Throughout, Vital In Every Part, Not As Frail Man, In Entrails, Heart Or Head, Liver Or Reins, Cannot But By Annihilating Die.

What If Earth Be But The Shadow Of Heaven And Things Therein - Each Other Like, More Than On Earth Is Thought?

With Thee Goes Thy Husband, Him To Follow Thou Art Bound; Where He Abides, Think There Thy Native Soil.