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104 Assist my song! For, in a doubtful theme Engag'd, I wander thro' mysterious ways.


 * There is, they say, (and I believe there is)

A spark within us of th' immortal fire, That animates and moulds the grosser frame; And when the body sinks, escapes to heaven, Its native feat; and mixes with the Gods. Mean while this heavenly particle pervades The mortal elements, in every nerve It thrills with pleasure, or grows mad with pain. And, in its secret conclave, as it feels The body's woes and joys, this ruling power Weilds at its will the dull material world, And is the body's health or malady.


 * By its own toil the gross corporeal frame

Fatigues, extenuates, or destroys itself: Rh