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THE IMAGE OF EACH.

Surely the image of each
Will one day burst the veil
Of the body, and rend the mail
In twain of the flesh, and the pale
Sick shrouds to our feet that reach,
Clouding the image of each!
One day the gleams that we see
Now upon faces at times,
The lame disjointed rhymes,
The clustering vine that climbs,
A sun, a poem, will be,
And the last a great strong tree,
Tall, planted in fervent climes!