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 "Or that this anguish fleeting hence, Unmanacled from bonds of sense, Be fix'd and froz'n to permanence:

"For I go, weak from suffering here; Naked I go, and void of cheer: What is it that I may not fear?"

"Consider well," the voice replied, "His face, that two hours since hath died; Wilt thou find passion, pain or pride?

"Will he obey when one commands? Or answer should one press his hands? He answers not, nor understands.

"His palms are folded on his breast: There is no other thing express'd But long disquiet merged in rest.