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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.