Unformatted text preview: For were one conscious atom left, New bliss, new kindness to display, ’T would burst the grave, and seek the day. But though in dust thy relics lie, Thy virtues, Mano, ne’er shall die: Though Nile's full stream be seen no more, That spread his waves from shore to shore, Still in the verdure of the plain His vivifying smiles remain....
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- Spring '08
- World Literature, Thompson Twins, Turf Tavern, dust thy relics, dewy clouds