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84 In one poor human heart

These thrilhng accents start,

And mingle into music wild and deep;

Swelling in one rich strain

Of earthly joy and pain,

Then trembling softly, die away to sleep.

O for earth's hapless trust!

Its "mingled mind and dust"

Make with each other such continual strife!

O for the hapless faith

That meets reward in death,

Mourning the bitter chilliness of life.

Earth, earth! thy sods have pressed

Lightly on many a breast

That could not bear its weight of living woe;

Full many a heart hath come

To thy embrace of gloom,

Blessing thy coldness to the world's false glow.

"One more, then, one more strain

To earthly joy and pain,

A rich, and deep, and passionate farewell!

Pour out each fervent thought

With fear, hope, trembling fraught,

Into the notes the last this heart shall swell."