Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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PROPORTION.
Proportion! 'Tis therein that Wisdom showsHer Mastery; for she can mingle so
Conflicting Feelings that from thence shall flow
Bliss pure and perfect as an Angel knows!
Each passing Day into Life's goblet throws
Some fresh Ingredient of Joy or Woe,
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'Twere Nectar mingled for a God's repose!
The Hope of things to be, the Memory
Of Past, the Sense of Present, mixed well, make
The genuine draught of Immortality:
An Elixir far mightier than Medea's
To keep us ever young: to cure each ache
Of the poor Heart, and turn to smiles its tears!
For he who drinks it makes his Being whole,
Lives not in Time or Space, but in the Soul,
And yielding nothing to the jealous Years,
Reaches, ere yet this race be run, the Goal!
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