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BY LEIGH HUNT . Scene , —A female sitting by a bed-side , anxiously looking at the face of her husband . Just dead . The soul within the dead body soliloquizes *
What change is this I What joy ! What depth of rest ! What suddenness of withdrawal from all pain Into all bliss ? into a balm so perfect I do not even smile ! I tried but now , With that breath ' s end , to speak to the dear face That watches me—and lo ! all in an instant , Instead of toil and a weak , weltering tear , I am all peace , all happiness , all power , Laid on some throne in space . ' —Great God ! I am dead . ( A pause . )
Dear Godl th y love is perfect ; thy truth known . ( Another . ) And He , —and they : —How simple and strange ! How beautiful But I may whisper it not , —even to thought ; Lest strong imagination , hearing it , Speak , and the world be shatter ed .
( Soul again pauses . ) O balm ! O bliss ! O saturating smile Unsmiling I O doubt ended ! certainty Begun 1 O will , faultless , yet all indulged , Encourag'd to be wilful ;—to delay Even its wings for heav ' n ; and thus to rest Here , here , ev ' n here , —' twixt heav ' n and earth awhile , A-bed in the morn of endless happiness . I feel warm drops falling upon my face : They reach me through the rapture of this cold . —My wife I my love!—' tis for the best thou canst not Know how I know thee weeping , and how fond A kiss meets thine in those unowning lips . Ah , truly was my love what thou didst hope it , And more ; and so was thine—I read it all—And our small feuds were but impatiences At seeing the dear truth ill understood . Poor sweet ! thou blamest now thyself , pnd heapeat
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REFLECTIONS OF A DEAD BODY .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 1, 1837, page 217, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1835/page/73/
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