Withinit，featuredevenindeathdine，Islyingadeadinfant，slainbythee。
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Northatthepassinghour’ssupportingjoysHavelostthekeen-edgedflavour，whichbegatDistinctioninoldtimes，andstillshouldbreedSweetMemory，andHope，——earth’smodestseed，Andheaven’shigh-prompting：notthattheworldisflatSincethatsoft-luringcreatureIembracedAmongthechildrenofIllusionwent：
MethinkswithallthislossIwerecontent，IfthemadPast，onwhichmyfootisbased，Werefirm，ormightbeblotted：butthewholeOflifeismed：themockingPastwillstay：
AndifIdrinkoblionofaday，SoshortenIthestatureofmysoul。