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THE LIFE THAT IS.

Thou, who so long hast pressed the couch of pain, Oh welcome, welcome back to life's free breath—To life's free breath and day's sweet light again, From the chill shadows of the gate of death.
For thou hadst reached the twilight bound between The world of spirits and this grosser sphere;Dimly by thee the things of earth wore seen, And faintly fell carth's voices on thine ear.
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