Vital spark of heav'nly flame Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying.
Vital spark of heav'nly flame Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying.
Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar;
Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore.
Then all for Death, that Opiate of the soul!
What's fame A fancied life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.
Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,
Since quicken'd by thy breath;
O lead me whereso'er I go,
Thro' this day's life or death!
If I dislike it, Furies, death and rage!
And you, brave Cobham to the latest breath Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.
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