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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529226" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Last Man, The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, <br>The Sun himself must die, <br>Before this mortal shall assume <br>Its Immortality! <br>I saw a vision in my sleep <br>That gave my spirit strength to sweep <br>Adown the gulf of Time! <br>I saw the last of human mould, <br>That shall Creation's death behold, <br>As Adam saw her prime! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, <br>The Earth with age was wan, <br>The skeletons of nations were <br>Around that lonely man! <br>Some had expired in fight,--the brands <br>Still rested in their bony hands; <br>In plague and famine some! <br>Earth's cities had no sound nor tread; <br>And ships were drifting with the dead <br>To shores where all was dumb! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, prophet-like, that lone one stood <br>With dauntless words and high, <br>That shook the sere leaves from the wood <br>As if a storm passed by, <br>Saying, &quot;We are twins in death, proud Sun, <br>Thy face is cold, thy race is run, <br>'Tis Mercy bids thee go. <br>For thou ten thousand thousand years <br>Hast seen the tide of human tears, <br>That shall no longer flow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;What though beneath thee man put forth <br>His pomp, his pride, his skill; <br>And arts that made fire, floods, and earth, <br>The vassals of his will;-- <br>Yet mourn not I thy parted sway, <br>Thou dim discrowned king of day: <br>For all those trophied arts <br>And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, <br>Healed not a passion or a pang <br>Entailed on human hearts. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Go, let oblivion's curtain fall <br>Upon the stage of men, <br>Nor with thy rising beams recall <br>Life's tragedy again. <br>Its piteous pageants bring not back, <br>Nor waken flesh, upon the rack <br>Of pain anew to writhe; <br>Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred, <br>Or mown in battle by the sword, <br>Like grass beneath the scythe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Ee'n I am weary in yon skies <br>To watch thy fading fire; <br>Test of all sumless agonies <br>Behold not me expire. <br>My lips that speak thy dirge of death-- <br>Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath <br>To see thou shalt not boast. <br>The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall,-- <br>The majesty of Darkness shall <br>Receive my parting ghost! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;This spirit shall return to Him <br>That gave its heavenly spark; <br>Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim <br>When thou thyself art dark! <br>No! it shall live again, and shine <br>In bliss unknown to beams of thine, <br>By Him recalled to breath, <br>Who captive led captivity. <br>Who robbed the grave of Victory,-- <br>And took the sting from Death! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Go, Sun, while Mercy holds me up <br>On Nature's awful waste <br>To drink this last and bitter cup <br>Of grief that man shall taste-- <br>Go, tell the night that hides thy face, <br>Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race, <br>On Earth's sepulchral clod, <br>The darkening universe defy <br>To quench his Immortality, <br>Or shake his trust in God!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Campbell">Thomas Campbell</a><div class=q>
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The Sun himself must die, 
Before this mortal shall assume 
Its Immortality! 
I saw a vision in my sleep 
That gave my spirit strength to sweep 
Adown the gulf of Time! 
I saw the last of human mould, 
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