We know the Gen’esis of the Soul; we trace the Soul to hour of birth; We mark its growth as grew mankind to boast himself sole Lord of Earth:

The race of Be’ing from dawn of Life in an unbroken course was run; What men are pleased to call their Souls was in the hog and dog begun:

Life is a ladder infinite-stepped, that hides its rungs from human eyes; Planted its foot in chaos-gloom, its head soars high above the skies:

No break the chain of Being bears; all things began in unity; And lie the links in regular line though haply none the sequence see.

The Ghost, embodied natural Dread of dreary death and foul decay, Begat the Spirit, Soul and Shade with Hades’ pale and wan array.