Immorality

Oh, listen, man!
A voice within us speaks that startling word,
“Man, thou shalt never die!” Celestial voices
Hymn it into our souls; according- harps,
By angel fingers touched, when the mild stars
Of morning: sang- together, sound forth still
The song- of our great immortality.
Thick-clustering- orbs, and this our fair domain,
The tall, dark mountains and the deep-toned seas,
Join in this solemn, universal song-.

Oh, listen ye, our spirits; drink it in
From all the air. ‘Tis in the gentle moonlight;
‘Tis floating- midst Day’s setting glories; Night,
“Wrapped in her sable robe, with silent step
Comes to our bed, and breathes it in our ears:
Night, and the dawn, bright day, and thoughtful eve,
All time, all bounds, the limitless expanse,
As one vast mystic instrument, are touched
By an unseen, living Hand; and conscious chords
Quiver with joy in this great jubilee.
The dying hear it; and, as sounds of earth
Grow dull and distant, wake their passing souls
To mingle in this heavenly harmony.