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[We all must die—but to the good]
We all must die—but to the good
Celestial bliss succeeds the tomb,
The darkest vista in the wood
May open into scenes of bloom.
Celestial bliss succeeds the tomb,
The darkest vista in the wood
May open into scenes of bloom.
And where is scene so sweet, so fair,
As heaven beyond the grave expanding?
How many, Lord, shall anchor there,
And feel th' extatic bliss of landing?
As heaven beyond the grave expanding?
How many, Lord, shall anchor there,
And feel th' extatic bliss of landing?
O! might I be of that blest throng!
Design'd to laud and hymn and kneel
In rapture of adoring song,
And all a Seraph's lofty zeal!
Design'd to laud and hymn and kneel
In rapture of adoring song,
And all a Seraph's lofty zeal!
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Might I with nearer view inspect
The dread Unknown, the King of Kings,
And grasp with angel-intellect
Thy Nature, O thou Life of things!
The dread Unknown, the King of Kings,
And grasp with angel-intellect
Thy Nature, O thou Life of things!
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