Touching the life of Alma, in Mohi's chronicles, 'tis related, that a man was once raised from the tomb.
But rubbed he not his eyes, and stared he not most vacantly?
Not one revelation did he make.

Ye gods! to have been a bystander there! "At best, 'tis but a hope.

But will a longing bring the thing desired?
Doth dread avert its object?
An instinct is no preservative.
The fire I shrink from, may consume me .-- But dead, and yet alive; alive, yet dead;--thus say the sages of Maramma.

But die we then living?
Yet if our dead fathers somewhere and somehow live, why not our unborn sons?
For backward or forward, eternity is the same; already have we been the nothing we dread to be.

Icy thought! But bring it home,--it will not stay.