Somewhere upon the general Earth
Itself exist Today —
The Magic passive but extant
That consecrated me —
Indifferent Seasons doubtless play
Where I for right to be —
Would pay each Atom that I am
But Immortality —
Reserving that but just to prove
Another Date of Thee —
Oh God of Width, do not for us
Curtail Eternity!
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