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IMMORTALITY.
O breath of Life! that makes respirable,Vital, and salutary, this most mere
And common air, this else most poor life here;
Thou only Heaven, thy loss the only Hell!
Oh how that sense assured would fill and swell
My heart, in bliss unspeakable insphere!
But Doubt, with dread collapse, from eye the tear,
From heart the life-blood forces, with most fell,
Convulsive grasp! Oh if it be not so;
If this most glorious ether sparkling o'er,
Around, beneath us,—through which earth doth go
A gleaming, sunlit ball for evermore,
With night and day, like its sea's ebb and flow,—
Be but a crystal bell; like larks we soar,
To gasp in th' exhausted, airless void below!
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