There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be.2
Contemplations. Book iv. The veil of Moses.
Note 1. And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun. Edward Young: Night Thoughts, night v. line 718. [back]
Note 2. Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear. Thomas Gray: Elegy, stanza 14. [back]