The throng that came filled the church <br />The box can only hold a body <br />A diamond, a life - the box is not the end <br />It can not hold a soul <br />Nor the numbers in our church so bold <br />To declare by their presence that death is not the end. <br /> <br />There is that which lives beyond the frame <br />It is our spirits that roam the earth for good or ill <br />It matters not that we are still <br />For we always live in others.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-post-william-cullen-bryant-thanatopsis/
