No Matter Where The Body Is, The

What Sweet, What Happy Days Had I,when Dreams Made Time Eternity!

Now Shall I Walk Or Shall I Ride? 'ride,' Pleasure Said; 'walk,' Joy Replied.

And Hear The Pleasant Cockoo, Loud And Long - The Simple Bird That Thinks Two Notes A Song.

But Cats To Me Are Strange, So Strange I Cannot Sleep If One Is Near.

I Cannot See The Short, White Curls Upon The Forehead Of An Ox, But What I See Them Dripping With That Poor Thing's Blood, And Hear The Ax; When I See Calves And Lambs, I See Them Led To Death; I See No Bird Or Rabbit Cross The Open Field But What A Sudden Shot Is Heard; A Shout That Tells Me Men Aim True, For Death Or Wound, Doth Chill Me Through.