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390 And if to me it is not given

To fetch one ingot thence

Of the unfading gold of Heaven

His merchants may dispense,

Yet well I know the royal mine,

And know the sparkle of its ore,

Know Heaven's truth from lies that shine—

Explored they teach us to explore.

1831.

A MOUNTAIN GRAVE

fear to die

And let thy body lie

Under the flowers of June,

Thy body food

For the ground-worms' brood

And thy grave smiled on by the visiting moon.

Amid great Nature's halls

Girt in by mountain walls

And washed with waterfalls

It would please me to die,

Where every wind that swept my tomb

Goes loaded with a free perfume

Dealt out with a God's charity.