Take Them, O Death! And Bear Away Whatever Thou Canst Call Thine Own! Thine Image, Stamped Upon This Clay, Doth Give Thee That, But That Alone! Take Them, O Grave! And Let Them Lie Folded Upon Thy Narrow Shelves, As Garments By The Soul Laid By, And Precious Only To Ourselves! Take Them, O Great Eternity! Our Little Life Is But A Gust That Bends The Branches Of Thy Tree, And Trails Its Blossoms In The Dust!