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IIF it must be; if it must be, O God!That I die young, and make no further moans;That, underneath the unrespective sod,In unescutcheoned privacy, my bonesShall crumble soon,—then give me strength to bearThe last convulsive throe of too sweet breath!I tremble from the edge of life, to dareThe dark and fatal leap, having no faith,No glorious yearning for the Apocalypse;But, like a child that in the night-time criesFor light, I cry; forgetting the eclipseOf knowledge and our human destinies.O peevish and uncertain soul! obeyThe law of life in patience till the Day.
IIF it must be; if it must be, O God!That I die young, and make no further moans;That, underneath the unrespective sod,In unescutcheoned privacy, my bonesShall crumble soon,—then give me strength to bearThe last convulsive throe of too sweet breath!I tremble from the edge of life, to dareThe dark and fatal leap, having no faith,No glorious yearning for the Apocalypse;But, like a child that in the night-time criesFor light, I cry; forgetting the eclipseOf knowledge and our human destinies.O peevish and uncertain soul! obeyThe law of life in patience till the Day.
IIF it must be; if it must be, O God!That I die young, and make no further moans;That, underneath the unrespective sod,In unescutcheoned privacy, my bonesShall crumble soon,—then give me strength to bearThe last convulsive throe of too sweet breath!I tremble from the edge of life, to dareThe dark and fatal leap, having no faith,No glorious yearning for the Apocalypse;But, like a child that in the night-time criesFor light, I cry; forgetting the eclipseOf knowledge and our human destinies.O peevish and uncertain soul! obeyThe law of life in patience till the Day.
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