. . . . The wise in heart
Mourn not for those that live, nor those that
die.
Nor I, nor thou, nor any one of these,
Ever was not, nor ever will not be,
Forever and forever afterwards.
All, that doth live, lives always! To man's
frame,
As there come infancy and youth and age,
So come there raisings-up and layings-down
Of other and of other Life-abodes,
Which the wise know, and fear not. This
that irks
Thy sense-life, thrilling to the elements,
Bringing thee heat and cold, sorrows and joys,
'T is brief and mutable! Bear with it, Prince,
As the wise bear. The Soul which is not
moved,
The Soul that, with a strong and constant
calm,
Takes sorrow and takes joy indifferently,
Lives in the Life undying!
