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8 Oh, for the time, when in my breast

Their struggles will be o'er!

Oh, for the day, when I shall rest,

And never suffer more!'

'I saw a spirit, standing, man,

Where thou dost stand—an hour ago,

And round his feet three rivers ran,

Of equal depth, and equal flow—

A golden stream—and one like blood;

And one like sapphire seemed to be;

But, where they joined their triple flood

It tumbled in an inky sea.

The spirit sent his dazzling gaze

Down through that ocean's gloomy night;

Then, kindling all, with sudden blaze,

The glad deep sparkled wide and bright—

White as the sun, far, far more fair

Than its divided sources were!'

'And even for that spirit, seer,

I've watched and sought my lifetime long;

Sought him in heaven, hell, earth, and air,

An endless search, and always wrong.

Had I but seen his glorious eye

Once light the clouds that 'wilder me,

I ne'er had raised this coward cry

To cease to think, and cease to be;