And am I born to die, To lay this body down? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown? A land of deepest shade, Unpierced by human thought. The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot. Soon as from earth I go, What will become of me? Eternal happiness or woe Must then my portion be! |
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