The soul on earth is an immortal guest, Compelled to starve at an unreal feast; A spark which upward tends by nature's force; A stream diverted from its parent source; A drop dissevered from the boundless sea; A moment parted from eternity; A pilgrim panting for the rest to come; An exile anxious for his native home. — Hannah More.
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