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killed not only my body, but also my i'm
mortal soul p His speech now fails him ;
the shades Of an eternal night gather before
his cyes, and with moaning sigh, he falls
into the icy arms Of death. The drunkard
is dead Yes, that mysterious tie which
bound his immortal spirit to its tenement Of
clay is severed, and that spirit is whlrllng
through the inierminable vista OF eternity
To die, fellow-citizens, in hope Of bliss
beyond the grave, is awful; bui to die with
the prospect of eternal misery before US, is
more awful; is most awful


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