The Poet William Wardsworth penned:
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting,
The soul that rises in us, Our life's star,
Hath had elswhere its' setting and cometh from afar.
Not in entire
forgetfullness, nor yet in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, Do we come from God who is our home.
Mortal birth; not our beginning,
and the grave is not our end.
Soul and body reuniting,
Unto God shall be return'd. Alma 11:41-45
Life is real, life is earnest,
And the grave is not its goal.
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul. -- H. W. Longfellow