“Oh! dreadful is the check - intense the agony - / When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see; / When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again; / The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.”
“There is not room for Death, / Nor atom that his might could render void: / Thou - Thou art Being and Breath, / And what Thou art may never be destroyed.”
