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Or sparkle in the glass with vapid steam,

Or vivifying vapor fraught with smiles,

Where those fat headed Gods in mingled throngs,

May forces join & fancy worlds their own;

Or by a word may rouse a world to arms,

And headlong drive their subjects down to death,

While they alone the ruin may sruvive,

And smile to see them drop to instant hell

Fast by the throne of God, in Godlike mein,

Dost thou the Banquet see, thyself a guest;

To feast with God & thou an Angel high,

On dainties fed, the golden growth of Heav'n;

Dost thou those dreams of joy in fullness share

And slake thy thirst in fountains ever full,

And feast thy soul at fragrant tables spread,

By God the master of this feast divine,

With all th'angelic hosts to wish the joy ? ~

Hail thou! in immortality wrapt up,