Come, said my Soul,
Such verses for my Body let us write (for we as one,)
That should I after death invisibly return,
or long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to somo group of mates in chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultous waves,)
Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on,
Ever and ever yet the verses owning- as, first, I here and now,
Singing for Soul and Body, set to them my name.
...O daring job, but safe! are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail