It has no more of life than what though hast

Brought here with thee,--I speak of mortal life:

We now are near the Hades of past worlds,

Whose spirits have a life which cannot die.

You laugh! and show the haughty arrogance

Which in your mortal brethren you cotemn.

Think you that he who gave to man his mind,

The undying spark that quickens his clay frame,