The poem
Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
As I, who testify it Deny that I -- am dead -- And fill my Lungs, for Witness -- From Tanks -- above my Head --
I say to you, said Jesus -- That there be standing here -- A Sort, that shall not taste of Death -- If Jesus was sincere --
I need no further Argue -- That statement of the Lord Is not a controvertible -- He told me, Death was dead --
