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Rh For revelations come when darkness falls: 'Tis then I feel an echo in my heart Throb with a voice—that voice which says, 'Thou art, Though something, nothing, And within my halls Subject, yet king.'

O Immortality! from mortals hid, Is what thou art, and what thou hast in store, When we set foot upon that further shore. Grasp we 'forever,' Or is, beneath the coffin-lid, 'Forever, never'?