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 My blood an even tenor kept, Till on mine ear this message falls, That in Vienna's fatal walls God's finger touch'd him, and he slept.

The great Intelligences fair That range above our mortal state, In circle round the blessed gate, Received and gave him welcome there;

And led him through the blissful climes, And show'd him in the fountain fresh All knowledge that the sons of flesh Shall gather in the cycled times.

But I remain'd, whose hopes were dim, Whose life, whose thoughts were little worth, To wander on a darken'd earth, Where all things round me breathed of him.

O friendship, equal-poised control, O heart, with kindliest motion warm, O sacred essence, other form, O solemn ghost! O crowned soul!