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