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SONNET, V.
“Say, what is Life?” the sons of sorrow cry—
“Is it to breathe a lingering age of woe
“In vegetative being here below?
“To eat, to drink, to sleep, and then—to die?”
“Is it to breathe a lingering age of woe
“In vegetative being here below?
“To eat, to drink, to sleep, and then—to die?”
“Is it in Pleasure's airy rounds to fly?
“To laugh, to dance?”—the souls of Joy would know—
“To plunge in lewdness, and no care bestow
“On what may greatly fit us for the sky?”
“To laugh, to dance?”—the souls of Joy would know—
“To plunge in lewdness, and no care bestow
“On what may greatly fit us for the sky?”
No.—Tis the Twilight of a heavenly Day,
Whose radiant glories opening on the Soul,
Shall raise, and bear it, from itself away,
Far o'er the bounds of this terrestrial pole,
Wak'd to new rapture by the living lay,
Where GOD informs the immeasurable whole.
Whose radiant glories opening on the Soul,
Shall raise, and bear it, from itself away,
Far o'er the bounds of this terrestrial pole,
Wak'd to new rapture by the living lay,
Where GOD informs the immeasurable whole.
ELLA.
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