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SOUL SCENERY.
He chooseth death;—the light in Reason's cavesGrows dim and doubtful; Reason gropes her way;Emotion's streams grow turbid; on the heightsOf Phantasy the Beautiful may tread no more;The spirit's temple desecrated stands;The Virtues wonder with sad, downcast eyes;The still, small voice of Conscience louder grows,Until its thunders heights and caves resound;And Mem'ry in her book these things doth seal,To wait the op'ning at the Judgment-day.
