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332 V.

The Beings of the Mind are not of clay:

Essentially immortal, they create

And multiply in us a brighter ray

And more beloved existence: that which Fate

Prohibits to dull life in this our state

Of mortal bondage, by these Spirits supplied,

First exiles, then replaces what we hate;

Watering the heart whose early flowers have died,

And with a fresher growth replenishing the void.

VI.

Such is the refuge of our youth and age—

The first from Hope, the last from Vacancy;