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...Wrapt in one blaze; the pure, yet funeral pile, Where gentle hearts, like Bramins, sit and smile. How often we forget all time, when lone, Admiring Nature's...mountains? Are the waves Without a spirit? Are the dropping cavea Without a feeling in their silent tears ¥ No, BU;— they woo and clasp us to their spheres....

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