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...way attended ; At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own . Yearnings...rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy immortality Broods like the day,...

...age ; And life brings with her in her equipage, As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. VII. Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's...rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave, Thou, over whom thy immortality Broods like the day, a...