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the loved and lost.
Hark! on mine ear seraphic notes are ringing! Your voices, loved ones, mingle in the lay;Ye join the hymns which angel choirs are singing, But, 'mid your songs, methinks I hear you say,—"There is no darkness here, the clouds are riven, The veil is lifted from our earthly eyes;Would'st thou recall us from the light of heaven, And all the ceaseless joys of Paradise?"
No! no! let mortal vision greet ye never; Silence thy yearning, O repining heart!Bliss, bliss unending, ye have gained for ever, No more in earthly sorrow to have part;Joy for the free and blessed! all unheeding The world, its fleeting pleasures or its care;Onward my soul, be then thine eager speeding, To those pure realms, and join thy lost ones there.
