Orpheus

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. Unto the realm of Pluto many roads Lead with dark winding from the bright abodes Of men, and when life's last detaining thread Is cut by Iris, and the body, dead, With Charon's coin in palm, rests in the tomb Or on the pyre, the daemon of its doom After much pitiful forbearance tears The soul from its environment of cares With promise sweet of love's awaiting kiss, Of old friends greeting, and much holy bliss On shores Elysian, where all ways are peace, And all existence virtue without cease; But ere the fields of Asphodel are won Dire labours manifold must first be done