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ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.

'Tis friendly Death alone bestows
A refuge sure from human woes.
What though our mortal frames await
The inevitable stroke of Fate,
Given by the Gods, the immortal Mind
Unhurt, shall life eternal find:
Though oft when toil subdues the breast
Awhile she sink to silent rest,
Yet when in balmy sleep we lie
Around her active senses sly,
And clearly-boding dreams impart
Her judgment to the slumbering heart,
Which Bliss, fair Virtue's meed declare,
For Vice, the pangs of sad Despair.