A QUERY,
Does the will, whose strength and action, Guideth by its mighty power,Every human thought and passion, Live when mortal life is o'er?When the pulse beats slow and feeble, When the eye is dimmed in Death,When no more the heart's red fountains, Flow to stay the fleeting breath.
Is the will, the soul of being, Is it of that soul a part,Doth it live through endless ages, Is it brain, or thought's great chart?Tell us if in future vision, We shall view Earth's scenes again,View her children ever striving, With care and sorrow, woe and pain.
Heart of man can never fathom, Secrets of the great Unknown,Comes there from the dim forever, Neither light nor far-off sound,
