Does the tide ever turn in the land of the dead?
Shall we stir at the kiss of the wave rolling back,
And lift, like the sea-weed, the death-draggled head,
And toss with life’s flood, like the tangles of wrack?
We trust it is so; for the sea that God turns,
And sends flooding back into river and bay--
Is the sea more divine than the spirit that yearns?
And we will not believe that life’s tide ebbs for aye.
--JAMES BUCKHAM, _Frank Leslie’s_.
(1828)