Oh, For The Time When I Shall

Yes, As My Swift Days Near Their Goal, 'tis All That I Implore: In Life And Death A Chainless Soul, With Courage To Endure.

I Will Walk Where My Own Nature Would Be Leading.

I Cannot Live Without My Life! I Cannot Live Without My Soul!

I Have No Pity! I Have No Pity! The More Worms Writhe, The More I Yearn To Crush Out Their Entrails! It Is A Moral Teething, And I Grind With Greater Energy, In Proportion To The Increase Of Pain.

And From The Midst Of Cheerless Gloom I Passed To Bright Unclouded Day.