'A pure sweet life, that came upon our earth,
Stay'd for a space, and then went back to heaven.'
I know not how it is, but all the past
Is with me, speaking of its early things,
And in its voice a clearer, sweeter chord
Is heard, and I, half in a waking dream,
Musing upon the music, think awhile
Like one who on a sudden sees two paths,
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