How he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow-
First- Chill- then Stupor- then the letting go-
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow
Here life has death for neighbour
Life of my life, 'take not so soon thy flight
The last gift that death demands
My life's light's parting streak
I am the blood that flows
After Death nothing is, and nothing Death