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and precious parchment, at the sight All heaven itself descends upon the soul.

Thy heart by one sole impulse is possess'd; Unconscious of the other still

remain! Two souls, alas! are lodg'd within my breast, Which struggle there for

undivided reign: One to the world, with obstinate desire, And closely -

cleaving organs, still adheres; Above the mist, the other doth aspire, With

sacred vehemence, to purer spheres. Oh, are there spirits in the air, Who float

'twixt heaven and earth dominion wielding, Stoop hither from your golden

atmosphere, Lead me to scenes, new life and fuller yielding! A magic mantle