Oh, listen, man! 
A voice within ns speaks the startling word, 
“ Man, thou shalt never die! ” Celestial voices 
Hymn it around our souls ; according harp^. 
By angel fingers touched when the mild stars 
Of morning sang together, sound forth still 
The song of our great immortality! 
Thick, clustering orbs, and this our fair domain, 
The tall, dark mountains, and the deep-toned seas, 
Join in this solemn, universal song. 
The dying hear it; and, as sounds of earth 
Grow dull and distant, wake their passing souls 
To mingle in this heavenly harmony. 
’ Richard H. Dana. 
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, 
Ah! whither strays the immortal mind ? 
It cannot die, it cannot stay. 
But leaves its darkened dust behind. 
Bteon. 
