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In many a hidden gulph which yawns below
Religion, like the sun, alone reveals,

In its true form, the precipice of death,
And banishes distorted light and shade.

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* Still shall ye light the world: e'en from the

tomb

Departed genius waves her quenchless flame,
To prove a beacon light to all mankind :
Still shall ye light the world, but wond'ring man
Shall view, with mingled pity and disgust,
The torch still blazing with infernal fires,
And think upon his Saviour's words: “Beware,
Lest light should in thy bosom darkness prove.'

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(Unfinished.)

* The tombs of Rousseau and Voltaire, in the vaults of the Pantheon, at Paris, exactly resemble each other; and from each, a hand is extended, holding forth a flaming torch; and these words, or some resembling them, are engraved on each" I still light the world."

THE END.

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