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"Thy voice is heard," the Angel guide rejoin'd,"He sees thee in his dreams, he hears thee breatheBlessings, and pleasant is the good man's rest.Thy fame has reached him, for who has not heardThy wonderous exploits? and his aged heartHath felt the deepest joy that ever yetMade his glad blood flow fast. Sleep on old Claude!Peaceful, pure Spirit, be thy sojourn here,And short and soon thy passage to that worldWhere friends shall part no more!"Does thy soul ownNo other wish? or sleeps poor MadelonForgotten in her grave? seest thou yon star,"The Spirit pursued, regardless of her eyeThat look'd reproach; "seest thou that evening starWhose lovely light so often we beheldFrom yonder woodbine porch? how have we gazedInto the dark deep sky, till the baffled soul,Lost in the infinite, returned, and feltThe burthen of her bodily load, and yearned
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