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IMMORTALITY.
O Beautiful yet fleeting! Most divineUrania, thou true Venus of the soul!
Thou whose transcendent beauty might console
All pangs and voids, could we but once enshrine
In one immortal clasp that form of thine,
(O sum of bliss and Being's utmost goal!),
Through which the Light eterne, which fills this Whole,
Too dazzling shines for Mortals to define
Thy form and presence. Oh, before thee here,
Poor worm of Earth, I fall; while, passing by,
With music in thy motion like the sphere,
And crown'd as with the starry galaxy,
Thou blindest with excess of light too near,
And mock'st me; still a splendid mystery!
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