WHEN COLDNESS WRAPS THIS SUFFERING CLAY. 1. WHEN coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah, whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves its darken'd dust behind. Then, unembodied, doth it trace By steps each planet's heavenly way? Or fill at once the realms of space, A thing of eyes, that all survey? 2. Eternal, boundless, undecay'd, A thought unseen, but seeing all, In one broad glance the soul beholds, And all, that was, at once appears. VISION OF BELSHAZZAR. 1. THE King was on his throne, In Judah deem'd divine— The godless Heathen's wine! 2. In that same hour and hall, And wrote as if on sand: The fingers of a man ;— Along the letters ran, And traced them like a wand. |