POETRY
... LIFE AFTER DEATH. With dancing plumes they brought ino up here dead: Dead, and to lie until tho eld (if tilmo. They cursed tile crc the priest hacd shut his book, And cat a stono down for the clod of earth; And here they left to on this hill-side blcak, Faco unto face with mlly offended God. Day after dltv, umtil tho end of time, Herlo liust I lie within imy narrow bed, And ever gazing upwards ...