This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1825 edition. Excerpt: ...limb is lighten'd of its load; "From earth refining, still they go, "And leave the mortal weight below; "Then spreads the strait, the doubtful clears, "And smooth the rugged path appears: "For custom turns fatigue to ease, "And, taught by Virtue, pain can please. "At length, the toilsome journey o'er, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1825 edition. Excerpt: ...limb is lighten'd of its load; "From earth refining, still they go, "And leave the mortal weight below; "Then spreads the strait, the doubtful clears, "And smooth the rugged path appears: "For custom turns fatigue to ease, "And, taught by Virtue, pain can please. "At length, the toilsome journey o'er, "And near the bright, celestial shore, "A gulph, black, fearful, and profound, "Appears, of either world the bound. "Through darkness, leading up to light, "Sense backward shrinks, and shuns the sight; "For there the transitory train "Of Time, and Form, and Care, and Pain, "And Matter's gross, incumb'ring mass, "Man's late associates, cannot pass; "But, sinking, quit th' immortal charge, "And leave the wond'ring Soul at large; "Lightly she wings her obvious way, "And mingles with eternal day. "Thither, O thither wing thy speed, "Though Pleasure charm, or Pain impede; "To such th' All-bounteous Pow'r has giv'n, "For present earth, a future heav'n; "For trivial loss, unmeasur'd gain, "And endless bliss, for transient pain; "Then fear, ah! fear to turn thy sight, "Where yonder flow'ry fields invite; "Wide on the left the path-way bends, "And with pernicious ease descends; "There, sweet to sense, and fair to show, "New-planted Edens seem to blow; "Trees that delicious poison bear, "For death is vegetable there. "Hence is the frame of health unbrac'd, "Each sinew slack'ning at the taste; "The soul to Passion yields her throne, "And sees with organs not her own; "While, like the slumb'rer in the night, "Pleas'd with the shadowy dream of light, ...
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