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THE LAST SONG OF THE SPHERES.
All clad in the white robes of heavenly beauty, With golden harps tuned to Redemption's sweet song.
The guardian angel, her holy eyes raising, That beamed with a new and a glorious ray,Said, "O Thou Great Father of Spirits! we praise Thee That souls perish not, though the worlds pass away!"
