document.write("TO know just how he suffered would be dear;	<br />To know if any human eyes were near	<br />To whom he could intrust his wavering gaze,	<br />Until it settled firm on Paradise.	<br />  <br />To know if he was patient, part content,	        <br />Was dying as he thought, or different;	<br />Was it a pleasant day to die,	<br />And did the sunshine face his way?	<br />  <br />What was his furthest mind, of home, or God,	<br />Or what the distant say	        <br />At news that he ceased human nature	<br />On such a day?	<br />  <br />And wishes, had he any?	<br />Just his sigh, accented,	<br />Had been legible to me.	        <br />And was he confident until	<br />Ill fluttered out in everlasting well?	<br />  <br />And if he spoke, what name was best,	<br />What first,	<br />What one broke off with	        <br />At the drowsiest?	<br />  <br />Was he afraid, or tranquil?	<br />Might he know	<br />How conscious consciousness could grow,	<br />Till love that was, and love too blest to be,	        <br />Meet—and the junction be Eternity?");