So Death is nought to us, dust in the scale,
For Life is finite. Let the Truth prevail.
And as long, long ago we felt no harm
When Rome and Carthage clashed in war's alarm,
When 'neath the cope of Heaven the tumult rose,
When universal horror slew repose,
And in the balance hung, by sea and land,
At hazard of the sword, the world's command.
So, too, when we are not; when the divorce
Comes, and the whole, compact of fleshly force
And spirit, is shattered, nought can touch us more;
We shall not be; our life of sense is o'er,
Tho' sky, earth, ocean clash in harsh uproar.