Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen - Prescience of d**h lyrics

I wonder oft why God, who is so good, Has barred so close, so close the gates of d**h. I stand and listen with suspended breath While night and silence round about me brood, If then, perchance, some spirit-whisper would Grow audible and pierce my torpid sense. And oft I feel a presence, veiled intense, That pulses softly through the solitude; But as my soul leaps quivering to my ear To grasp the potent message, all takes flight, And from the fields and woods I only hear The murmurous chorus of the summer night. I am as on that's dead,—yet in his gloom Feels faintly song of birds above his tomb.