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Rh Less weight now for the ladder-of-heaven that hangs on a star.

If my body come from brutes, tho' somewhat finer than their own, I am heir, and this my kingdom. Shall the royal voice be mute? No, but if the rebel subject seek to drag me from the throne, Hold the sceptre, Human Soul, and rule thy province of the brute.

I have climb'd to the snows of Age, and I gaze at a field in the Past. Where I sank with the body at times in the sloughs of a low desire,