THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL
by: Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
- ITAL spark of heav'nly flame!
- Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
- Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
- O the pain, the bliss of dying!
- Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
- And let me languish into life.
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- Hark! they whisper; angels say,
- Sister Spirit, come away!
- What is this absorbs me quite?
- Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
- Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
- Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
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- The world recedes; it disappears!
- Heav'n opens my eyes! my ears
- With sounds seraphic ring!
- Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
- O Grave! where is thy victory?
- O Death! where is thy sting?
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