What use is it to slumber here: Though the heart be sad and weary? What use is it to slumber here Though the day rise dark and dreary?

O, 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, T…

For that mist may break when the sun is high And this soul forget its sorrow And the rose ray of the closing day May promise a brighter morrow.

Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals; My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels - Its wings are almost free, its home, its harbour fo…

Hope had grown grey hairs, Hope had mourning on, Trenched with tears, carved with cares, Hope was twelve hours gone.

The world's whole sap is sunk: The general balm th' hydroptic earth hath drunk, Whither, as to the bed's-feet, life is shrunk, Dead and interred; yet all these…

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of Grief the blunder of a life.