622 To know just how He suffered—would be dear— To know if any Human eyes were near To whom He could entrust His wavering gaze— Until it settle broad—on Paradise— To know if He was patient—part content— Was Dying as He thought—or different— Was it a pleasant Day to die— And did the Sunshine face his way— What was His furthest mind—Of Home—or God— Or what the Distant say— At news that He ceased Human Nature Such a Day— And Wishes—Had He Any— Just His Sigh—Accented— Had been legible—to Me— And was He Confident until Ill fluttered out—in Everlasting Well— And if He spoke—What name was Best— What last What One broke off with At the Drowsiest— Was He afraid—or tranquil— Might He know How Conscious Consciousness—could grow— Till Love that was—and Love too best to be— Meet—and the Junction be EternitySourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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