Charles Dent Bell, Littell's Living Age — Volume 154…
“ Works Death such change upon our dead, Doth it such awe around them spread, That should they suddenly appear, At once we’d shrink from them with fear, Though on their breast we laid our head? Why should their light and ghostly tread Thus thrill us with a nameless dread, If still we hold them all so dear? Works Death such change? ”
