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\ Vben HopeVexhaustion ^ huns no peril ' s chance ; When 4 ^^ jg € ^> very reckle ^ soess restores J £ lactic firmn , e $ s tp ih $ unconscious mind , And giv ^ 8 fr ^ sh tension to the pain-wrung nerves ! Fain would 1 <| ie ; fain would I pass away , And sleep the sleep which knpvvs no waking-time . £ dI'lierfe ate means : this scanty liquid drug itf dis&n * iny fevered tongue or loveless lips , And what is shall bt was . This simple spring But gently pressed , calls forth the latent fire , And thought and ail its organs lie dispersed . Th i * keen-edged blade—whose polished surface shows , L&e a bright mirror * Care ' s indented lin ^ & Graved in my visage—gives but one sure stroke , And Death in life-blood revels . But the space
Of time in whiqh a meteor passes o ' er The face of yon blue heaven , and it were done ! Why do I stay my hand ? I do not fear The physical endurance , though it were E * en a protracted torture . I have borne More than the pangs that wait on Matter ' s death ; I have borne the Spirit ' s torture . In all shapes Extinction has been braved , and yet it passed Aid As one not worth its touch . Let me call back-The memory of the past . A dreamy void *
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1835, page 605, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2649/page/41/
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