SONGS? A!?-D Ye may hold us asunder by day, But sleep shall unite us again*. These poor fragile mansions of clay For a while to your bonds are resign'd, But, lords of the body, oh say, Possess yea chain for the mind ? And could ye ev'n fetter the soul, Wh.? lie life still detains me a slave, ' Oh, say, in your tyrant control, Can ye bind the release of the grave. ?. Beyond that impassable goal Your cruelty cannot extend, And the hour when my death-knell shall toll, Your reign and my sorrows shall end. And he, whom afar you convey, For a while from my desolate sight, Shall be mine in that last welcome day, When his spirit shall take its free flight; Then ye, who thtm tear me away, Your cruelty triumphs in vain, For, divide us thro' life as ye may, ?is death shall unite us again. ......... ?Google
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