"How blessings brighten as they take their flight."
"This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule; Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free."
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Source: Edward Young (1823). “Night Thoughts on Life, Death & Immortality: To which is Added a Paraphrase on Part of the Book of Job, and the Last Day, a Poem”, p.4
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