Steals my senses, shuts my sight,

Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?

Tell me, my soul, can this be death?

3The world recedes!--it disappears!

Heaven opens on my eyes!--my ears

With sounds seraphic ring:

Lend, lend your wings! I mount, I fly!

O grave! where is thy victory?

O death! where is thy sting?

543. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld.