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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
INVOCATION.
I called on dreams and visions, to disclose
That which is veil'd from waking thought, conjured
Eternity, as men constrain a ghost
To appear and answer.
Wordsworth.
Answer me, burning stars of night!
Where is the spirit gone,
That past the reach of human sight,
As a swift breeze hath flown?—
And the stars answered me—"We roll
In light and power on high;
But, of the never-dying soul,
Ask that which cannot die."
