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XXXIV. A Question.

From what sick soil grows
The sorrow of the years?
From what sad source flows
The spring of all our tears?
Alas! who knows
The limit of the spheres?
On what sad shore sounds
The sigh of the lapsing hours?
What vague sea surrounds
This dim isle of ours?
Alas! who bounds
Man's sufferings or his powers?