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[Where thou hast touched, O wondrous Death!]
Where thou hast touched, O wondrous Death!
Where thou hast come between,
Lo! there for ever perisheth
The common and the mean.
Where thou hast come between,
Lo! there for ever perisheth
The common and the mean.
No little flaw or trivial speck
Doth any more appear,
And cannot from this time, to fleck
Love's perfect image clear.
Doth any more appear,
And cannot from this time, to fleck
Love's perfect image clear.
Clear stands Love's perfect image now,
And shall do evermore;
And we in awe and wonder bow
The glorified before.
And shall do evermore;
And we in awe and wonder bow
The glorified before.
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