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We know thy happy valleys lie
 In green repose, supremely blest;
We know against thy sapphire sky
 Thy mountain-peaks sublimely rest.

For sometimes even now we catch
 Faint gleamings from thy far-off shore,
While still with eager eyes we watch
 For one sweet sign or token more.

The loved, the deeply loved, are there!
 The brave, the fair, the good, the wise,
Who pined for thy serener air,
 Nor shunned thy solemn mysteries.

There are the hopes that, one by one,
 Died even as we gave them birth;
The dreams that passed ere well begun,
 Too dear, too beautiful for earth.

The aspirations, strong of wing,
 Aiming at heights we could not reach;
The songs we tried in vain to sing;
 The thoughts too vast for human speech;

Thou hast them all, Hereafter! Thou
 Shalt keep them safely till that hour
When, with God's seal on heart and brow,
 We claim them in immortal power!