Might scale the cloudless Battlements of Light,
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And in its Immaterial Robe detect
The Spirit, stript of the encumbring Clay."—
Alas, Eugenio! Life, Deception's Child,
Gives us her fairer Side, and gives no more;
The rest we seek in our reflecting View
Of Self, and Guilt's o'erheard Soliloquy.
How smiles the World in pain, and smiles believ'd!
Yon Wretch who, muffled in the Garb of Night,