 A glimpse of thee, till that day come Which shall the earth to cinders doom. And a fierce fever must calcine The body of this world — like thine, My Little World ! That fit of fire Once off, our bodies shall aspire To our souls...  Poems and Psalms - Page 32by Henry King - 1843 - 222 pagesFull view - About this book
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...putting off thy ashy shroud At length disperse this sorrow's cloud. But woe is me! the longest date 6 Too narrow is to calculate These empty hopes. Never shall I Be so much blest as to descry A glimpse ofthee till that day come Which shall the earth to cinders doom, And a fierce fever must calcine The... | |
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