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“They shall walk with Me in white.”
I see a company bright with new light,
That moving form a silver galaxy,
'Mid trees of Paradise that hang thereby;
Where waters, clear as flowing chrysolite,
From an o'erhanging cave flow down the height;
O'er each, with a distinctness all his own,
A starry effluence hath formed a crown;
And by the side of each there comes to sight
A wingèd angel, with endearing face,
Or guidance leading on, or calm embrace;
And some before the rest, within a stream
Of silver rays, which from the portal pours,
Rising, approach the everlasting doors,
Borne from their feet, and whitening in the beam.
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