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IX. We pant, we thirst for fountains That gush not here below; On, on we toil, allured by dreams Of the living water's flow:

X. We pine for kindred natures, To mingle with our own; For communings more full and high Than aught by mortal known:

XI. We strive with brief aspirings Against our bounds in vain; Yet summoned to be free at last, We shrink—and clasp our chain!

XII. And fearfully and mournfully We bid the earth farewell, Tho' passing from its mists, like thee, In a brighter world to dwell.