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XLVII. Human Life: its value.
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The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | ||
XLVII. Human Life: its value.
Think, what I plead for: for a life! the giftOf God alone, whom he, who saves't, is likest.
How glorious to live! Even in one thought
The wisdom of past-times to fit together,
And from the luminous minds of many men
Catch a reflected truth; as, in one eye,
Light, from unnumbered worlds and furthest planets
Of the star-crowded universe, is gathered
Into one ray.—
D. I. B.
The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | ||