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I have such eagerness of hope To benefit my kind; And feel as if immortal power Were given to my mind.

I think on that eternal fame, The sun of earthly gloom, Which makes the gloriousness of death, The future of the tomb—

That earthly future, the faint sign Of a more heavenly one; —A step, a word, a voice, a look,— Alas! my dream is done.