Non-Fiction > Books > London, 1887 - Virginibus Puerisque, and other papers

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man, this is to die young. Death has not
been suffered to take so much as an illusion
from his heart. In the hot-fit of life, a-tip-
toe on the highest point of being, he passes
at a bound on to the other side. The noise
of the mallet and chisel is scarcely quenched,
the trumpets are hardly done blowing, when,
trailing with him clouds of glory, this happy-
starred, full-blooded spirit shoots into the
spiritual land.