Epes Sargent (Эпес Сарджент)

To David Friedrich Strauss

Thou say'st, my friend, 'twould strike thee with dismay
To be assured that life would not end here;
Since utter death is less a thing to fear
In thy esteem than life in clearer day:
For life, continuous life, thou wouldst not pray;
And even reunion with the loved and near
Is not to thee a prospect that could cheer,
Or shed a glory on thy earthward way:---
O power of thought perverse and morbid mood,
Conspiring thus to numb and blind the heart!
The universe gives back what we impart,---
As we elect, gives poison or pure food:
Mock---silence---the soul's whisper,---and Despair
Becomes to man than Hope itself more fair!

1. The Light Canoe
2. Soul of My Soul
3. The Heart’s Summer
4. The Sea-Breeze at Matanzas
5. Webster

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