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All, all its former radiance * Streams o'er my dying bed. '
" But 0 ! too deep the swelling bliss,
Which rises in my heart; Too deep for such a life as this,
And I must soon depart! Intense desires are burning high,
And soaring heavenward now, While the cold dews of life's last morn
Are gath'ring on my brow.
" A few short hours, and this freed soul
Shall mount up unconfined, For 0! there is a wider range
For the immortal mind! Then, mother, let no tears be shed
When I am gone to rest; Remember me as one of those
They call Tlie Early Blest."
That night the glowing sunset fell
Most radiantly bright, But one deep heart had ceased to thrill
As once beneath its light; And soon amid the starry host
The moon shone out on high, But the bright star which earth had lost
Burn'd in its native sky.