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The Celeſtial Country.
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For all, for all, who mourn their fall,
Is one eternal place.
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And martyrdom hath roſes
Upon that heavenly ground;
And white and virgin lilies
For virgin-ſouls abound.
There grief is turned to pleaſure—
Such pleaſure as below
No human voice can utter,
No human heart can know;
And after fleſhly ſcandal,
And after this world's night,
And after ſtorm and whirlwind,
Is calm, and joy, and light.
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And now we fight the battle,
But then ſhall wear the crown
Of full and everlaſting
And paſſionleſs renown:
