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50 And when it falls, and when I die,

What follows? Vacant nothingness?

The blank of lost identity?

Erasure both of pain and bliss?

I've heard of heaven—I would believe;

For if this earth indeed be all,

Who longest lives may deepest grieve,

Most blest, whom sorrows soonest call.

Oh! leaving disappointment here,

Will man find hope on yonder coast?

Hope, which, on earth, shines never clear,

And oft in clouds is wholly lost.

Will he hope's source of light behold,

Fruition's spring, where doubts expire,

And drink, in waves of living gold,

Contentment, full, for long desire?

Will he find bliss, which here he dreamed?

Rest, which was weariness on earth?

Knowledge, which, if o'er life it beamed,

Served but to prove it void of worth?

Will he find love without lust's leaven,

Love fearless, tearless, perfect, pure,

To all with equal bounty given,

In all, unfeigned, unfailing, sure?