When frail Nature can no more,—Then the spirit strikes the hour,My servant Death with solving ritePours finite into infinite.Wilt thou freeze love's tidal flow,Whose streams through nature circling go?Nail the star struggling to its trackOn the half-climbed Zodiack?Light is light which radiates,Blood is blood which circulates,Life is life which generates,And many-seeming life is one,—Wilt ...

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