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His Immortality
by [?]


I

I saw a dead man’s finer part
Shining within each faithful heart
Of those bereft. Then said I: “This must be
His immortality.”

II

I looked there as the seasons wore,
And still his soul continuously upbore
Its life in theirs. But less its shine excelled
Than when I first beheld.

III

His fellow-yearsmen passed, and then
In later hearts I looked for him again;
And found him–shrunk, alas! into a thin
And spectral mannikin.

IV

Lastly I ask–now old and chill –
If aught of him remain unperished still;
And find, in me alone, a feeble spark,
Dying amid the dark.

February 1899.