Leave, O leave me to my grief Here i'll sit and fade away Till i'm nothing but a spirit And rid of this form of clay Death who sets all free Hath paid my ransom and thro' The gloom he'll see my shadow Hear my voice upon the breeze Life to death is crown or shame What glorious hands gave me Wounds of death? My own psychical mind... My own psychical mind... ...which never gave me peace in Earthly life...