And what was mortal in me, melt away.
“O! that ecstatic horror in my frame, 340
That o’er me thus, a favour’d mortal, came!
Bless’d beyond mortals—and the body now
I judged would perish, though I knew not how;
The gracious power around me could translate
And make me pass to that immortal state:
Thus shall I pay the debt that must be paid,
And dying live, nor be by death delay’d;
And when so changed, I should with joy sustain