Classic Poem

There are strange moments when the human dies
In us, and the divine our spirits bear
Rises supreme, and awful silence lies
Upon our seas, and lightest thought is prayer.

We question immortality on lower planes
And grope for arguments to end the strife;
We are immortal when the spirit reigns
And then are conscious of undying life.

Of immortality, till thou canst call
Thy soul, in reverence, such names as God
Is wont to bear, speak not; till thou canst fall
Before thyself, then rising from the sod
Of thine own humanness, in worlds above
Declare with him, " I am! " and " I am love! "