Heaven, The Seat Of Bliss, Brooks Not

Death Ready Stands To Interpose His Dart.

The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The Waters Kisst.

What Am I Pondering, You Ask? So Help Me God, Immortality.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements.

O Visions Ill Foreseen! Better Had I Liv'd Ignorant Of Future, So Had Borne My Part Of Evil Only.