where to buy Ivermectin This poem, by William Roscoe, returns to my mind from time to time, and encapsulates something of what I seek in all things, that moment when “mind shall with mind direct communion hold.” I think of it now for many reasons – I feel full of desire for this communion, and always in this world I feel it slipping away and receding into the past.
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As one who, destined from his friends to part,
Regrets his loss, but hopes again erewhile
To share their converse and enjoy their smile,
And tempers as he may affliction’s dart;
Thus, loved associates, chiefs of elder art,
Teachers of wisdom, who could once beguile
My tedious hours, and lighten every toil,
I now resign you; nor with fainting heart;
For pass a few short years, or days, or hours,
And happier seasons may their dawn unfold,
And all your sacred fellowship restore:
When, freed from earth, unlimited its powers,
Mind shall with mind direct communion hold,
And kindred spirits meet to part no more.
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