Is Death the End? 237

Prayers for the Dead 265

The Goal 289




THE SOUL


It is no spirit who from heaven hath flown
And is descending on his embassy;
Nor traveler gone from earth the heaven t'espy!
'Tis Hesperus--there he stands with glittering crown,
First admonition that the sun is down,--
For yet it is broad daylight!--clouds pass by;
A few are near him still--and now the sky,
He hath it to himself--'tis all his own.
O most ambitious star! an inquest wrought
Within me when I recognized thy light;
A moment I was startled at the sight;
And, while I gazed, there came to me a thought
That even I beyond my natural race
Might step as thou dost now:--might one day trace
Some ground not mine; and, strong her strength above,
My soul, an apparition in the place,
Tread there, with steps that no one shall reprove!