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 Possesses thy whole being, that to thee It seems a new existence; ay, so strange Thou almost deem'st it but a blissful dream From which thou may'st awake. No—no! Thou art a mother to eternal years! Life of thy life, that helpless one is born Immortal as the angels; by thy side It shall still live when, as old seers have sung, The ancient heavens have been together rolled, And earth hath perished by devouring fire. 'Tis thine, for immortality, to guard and keep The priceless treasure. Unto thee 'tis given— No work of earth more sacred, more sublime— That trembling spirit to insphere in love, To fashion it by love's sweet ministries, Till faculties yet hidden, full revealed, Declare it fellow of the hosts of heaven! No marvel if thy heart, at thoughts like these, Doth falter, burdened with the mighty trust.