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More Life-went out-when He went

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More Life-went out-when He went
Than Ordinary Breath-
Lit with a finer Phosphor-
Requiring in the Quench-

A Power of Renowned Cold,
The Climate of the Grave
A Temperature just adequate
So Anthracite, to live-

For some-an Ampler Zero-
A Frost more needle keen
Is necessary, to reduce
The Ethiop within.

Others-extinguish easier-
A Gnat's minutest Fan
Sufficient to obliterate
A Tract of Citizen-

Whose Peat lift-amply vivid-
Ignores the solemn News
That Popocatapel exists-
Or Etna's Scarlets, Choose-