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EUTHANASIA.
Physician! strong of mind as tender-hearted,Let not the body, whose last hold hath parted,
Linger in agony, and at Death's porches
Swing blind, with frantic arms that toss like torches;
But when the final day is come,
Lull all its being for the tomb,
And with a gentle opiate-trance
Prelude the long dream's cold romance,
Or exaltation on the shore
Beyond Time's distant ocean-roar—
Or whatso'er may be in store,—
So that no pangs the sense invest,
Sinking in capacious rest,
As a bird fills up its nest,—
And, absorbed—ray after ray—
As night steals, mingling, o'er the day,
Flowing melt, and melting fade,
Like a soft evasive shade—
The last on Life's remote highway.
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