text:  Not to be was that Manhood!--The death-bell is knelling The hinge of the death-vault creaks harsh on the ears-- How dismal O Death is the place of thy dwelling! Not to be was that Manhood!--Flow on bitter tears! Go beloved thy path to the sun Rise world upon world with the perfect to rest; Go--quaff the delight which thy spirit has won And escape from our grief in the halls of the blest