INCARNATION.
Reading edition
Though part and parcel of the past The future is an unknown book— Though writing for eternity, I dare not on its pages look. My past is dead, and buried too. In grave of Hope it lies full deep; It resurrected ne’er shall be, It is a nightmare of my sleep. Will life’s fair morning never come? I wait for it impatiently. And Death’s long sleep I fain would break With all its gruesome mystery. I pray to go forever on, Retracing ne’er earth’s steps again. Incarnate once, and only once, I would not live on earth again.