“Restless I grew, and every place forsook, And still upon the seas I bent my look. Farewell forever! Farewell, land! I said; And plunged amidst the waves my sinking head. The gentle powers, who that low empire keep, Received me as a brother of the deep; To Tethys, and to Ocean old, they pray To purge my mortal earthy parts away.”

“As Glaucus,” says Buti, “was changed from a fisherman to a sea-god by tasting of the grass that had that power, so the human soul, tasting of things divine, becomes divine.” ↩

Whether I were spirit only. 2 Corinthians 12:3:⁠—

“Whether in the body, or out of the body, I cannot tell; God knoweth.”