Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape

Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit."

"Better—unless we hope that grief is thrown

Across our Path by urgence of the Unknown,

Lest we may think we have no more to live

And bide content with dim-lit Earth alone."

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"Then, strange, is't not? that of the myriads who

Before us passed the door of Darkness through

Not one returns to tell us of the Road,

Which to discover we must travel too?"

"Such is the Ban! but even though we heard

Love in Life's All we still should crave the word

Of one returned. Yet none is sure, we know,

Though they lie deep, they are by Death deterred."

"Send then thy Soul through the Invisible

Some letter of the After-life to spell:

And by and by thy Soul returned to thee

But answers, 'I myself am Heaven and Hell.'"

"From the Invisible, he does. But sent

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