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            Hope on a buoyant wing did soar,
    Which folded underneath her robe she wore,
    And spread its rainbow plumes with new delight,
And jeoparded its strength in a bold, heavenward flight.

    The dying lay on his couch of pain,
    And his soul went forth to the angel-train,
Yet when Heaven's gate its golden bars undrew,
            Memory walked that portal through,
    And spread her tablet to the Judge's eye,
Heightening with clear response the welcome of the sky

                But at that threshhold high
        Hope faulter'd with a drooping eye,
                And as the expiring Rose,
Doth in its last adieu its sweetest breath disclose,
                    Lay down to die.

    As a spent harp its symphony doth roll,
            Faintly her parting sigh
Breath'd to a glorious form that stood serenely by,
            "Earth's pilgrim I resign,
I cheer'd him to his grave, I lov'd him, he was mine,
            Christ hath redeem'd his soul,
                Immortal joy! 'tis thine."