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166 Come, weigh it at the grave's brink, here with me, If ye can weigh a dream. Hail, holy stars! Heaven's stainless watchers o'er a world of woe, Look down once more upon me. When again, In solemn night's dark regency, ye ope Your searching eyes, me shall ye not behold Among the living. Let me join the song With which ye sweep along your glorious way; Teach me your hymn of praise. What have I said? I will not learn of you, for ye shall fall. Lo! with swift wing I mount above your spheres, To see the Invisible, to know the Unknown, To love the Uncreated! Earth, farewell!