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XLVIII.
We dream of angel-forms;
Heaven is to us some wondrous land afar,
Lighted by rays of many a distant star,
Remote, untroubled by our dark-winged storms.
Heaven is to us some wondrous land afar,
Lighted by rays of many a distant star,
Remote, untroubled by our dark-winged storms.
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Aye, so we dream—the truth we little heed.
The angel-voice spake clear;
The heaven we sought was here;
We see it now, too late,—too late indeed!
The angel-voice spake clear;
The heaven we sought was here;
We see it now, too late,—too late indeed!
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