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From doubt to clear assurance is a breath,

A breath from infidelity to faith;

O precious breath! enjoy it while you may,

'Tis all that life can give, and then comes death.

Ah! wheel of heaven to tyranny inclined,

'Twas e'er your wont to show yourself unkind;

And, cruel earth, if they should cleave your breast,

What store of buried jewels they would find!

My life lasts but a day or two, and fast

Sweeps by, like torrent stream or desert blast,

Howbeit, of two days I take no heed---

The day to come, and that already past.

That pearl is from a mine unknown to thee,

That ruby bears a stamp thou canst not see,

The tale of love some other tongue must tell,

All our conjectures are mere fantasy.

Now with its joyful prime my age is rife,

I quaff enchanting wine, and list to fife;

Chide not at wine for all its bitter taste,

Its bitterness sorts well with human life!

O soul! whose lot it is to bleed with pain,

And daily change of fortune to sustain,

Into this body wherefore didst thou come,

Seeing thou must at last go forth again?