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O LOVED AND LOST.
Celestial splendors over mead and main;
Lord! can thy worlds be glad, and death enchain?
Nay! 'tis but crowning for immortal reign
In the pure realm where all abide with thee.
Lord! can thy worlds be glad, and death enchain?
Nay! 'tis but crowning for immortal reign
In the pure realm where all abide with thee.
What star has seen the sun at cloudless noon?
What chrysalis knows aught of wings that soar!—
O blessed souls! how can I hope the boon
Of look or word from you, the glorified,
Until for me the shining gates swing wide?—
Welcome the day when the great deeps divide,
And we are one in life for evermore!
What chrysalis knows aught of wings that soar!—
O blessed souls! how can I hope the boon
Of look or word from you, the glorified,
Until for me the shining gates swing wide?—
Welcome the day when the great deeps divide,
And we are one in life for evermore!
