IX.
We pant, we thirst for fountains
That gush not here below;
On, on we toil, allured by dreams
Of the living water's flow:
X.
We pine for kindred natures,
To mingle with our own;
For communings more full and high
Than aught by mortal known:
XI.
We strive with brief aspirings
Against our bounds in vain;
Yet summoned to be free at last,
We shrink—and clasp our chain!
XII.
And fearfully and mournfully
We bid the earth farewell,
Tho' passing from its mists, like thee,
In a brighter world to dwell.
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