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When fades the light from out my dying eyes, / And soul and sense seem slipping soft away,
When Death's swift shallop launched on Lethe lies / Waiting to wing me to the unknown Gray;
When things of time and thought grow strangely dim, / And the pent spirit strains to loose its bands
Till from the fettered feet and helpless hands / Shall fall life's shackles pitiless and grim--
Then shall the conflict cease. Enchained no more / My soul shall sail the silent unknown sea
Until it touch the unforbidden shore / Where Love awaiteth me.