A Rhapsody on the Soul

 W HAT is it, that, when life 's to part,
Invigorates the youthful heart,
And makes Eternity appear
The harvest of the coming year?
 It is that enterprizing flame
Which climbs above the body's frame,
And, soaring to its place of birth,
Parts with its fetters in the earth,
Assur'd that Mercy will prevail
When all the works of Time shall fail.
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