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the skeptic's last night.
Next morn he sought his friends,
And with a mocking lip, that ill concealed
The heavy weight that preyed upon his soul:
He told his tale, but said he would survive the time.
That day his voice was heard amid his country's halls,
Charming a thousand hearts,
By its rare power of Eloquence.
And with a mocking lip, that ill concealed
The heavy weight that preyed upon his soul:
He told his tale, but said he would survive the time.
That day his voice was heard amid his country's halls,
Charming a thousand hearts,
By its rare power of Eloquence.
But, lo! 't was night:
Again he stood beside the casement;
Gazing upon the lovely scene' without.
Again he stood beside the casement;
Gazing upon the lovely scene' without.
Sudden he shrank away,
As if it was too fair for him to look upon.
Muttering strange words, he fixed his eye
Upon the dial of the clock—
And when the hand reached twelve, he shrieked,—
And thus the Skeptic died.
As if it was too fair for him to look upon.
Muttering strange words, he fixed his eye
Upon the dial of the clock—
And when the hand reached twelve, he shrieked,—
And thus the Skeptic died.
