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262 To the vast ocean of empyreal flame, From whence thy essence came, Dost thou thy flight pursue, when freed From matter's base encumbering weed ? Or dost thou, hid from sight, Wait, like some spell-bound knight, Through blank oblivious years the' appointed hour, To break thy trance and reassume thy power ? Yet canst thou without thought or feeling be ? O say what art thou, when no more thou 'rt thee ? Life! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear; Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good night, but in some brighter clime Bid me Good morning.