text_original: Now  at the last gaspe of Love's latest breath   When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies; When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes, Now! if thou wouldst  when all have given him over   From death to life thou mightst him yet recover. MICHAEL DRAYTON. FAREWELL! THOU ART TOO DEAR. SONNET LXXXVII.
text_transcription: NOW AT THE LAST GASPER OF LOVE'S LATEST BREATH WHEN HIS PULSE FAILING PASSION SPEECHLESS LIES WHEN FAITH IS KNEELING BY HIS BED OF DEATH AND INNOCENCE IS CLOSING UP HIS EYES NOW IF THOU WOULDST WHEN ALL HAST GIVEN HIM OVER FROM DEATH TO LIFE THOU MIGHTST HIM YET RECOVER END OF POEM THIS RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN
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