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THE HEAVEN OF HEAVENS.
Not to the general heaven take thy flight,
O happy, happy, happy song of mine;
But to the heart of innermost heaven divine;
O'er fields of day, to privacies of light,
Take thou thy way, and being come aright
To that fair place which is my heaven and thine,
Where my thoughts throng, as pilgrims to a shrine, —
Even to her heart, whose love is my soul's sight, —
O happy, happy, happy song of mine;
But to the heart of innermost heaven divine;
O'er fields of day, to privacies of light,
Take thou thy way, and being come aright
To that fair place which is my heaven and thine,
Where my thoughts throng, as pilgrims to a shrine, —
Even to her heart, whose love is my soul's sight, —
Say unto her that other songs are free
To sound about the world and win men praise;
Thy greater glory is this sovereign grace
To live alone in her sweet memory, —
To have thy heavenly and abiding place
In her deep heart, Love's holiest sanctuary.
To sound about the world and win men praise;
Thy greater glory is this sovereign grace
To live alone in her sweet memory, —
To have thy heavenly and abiding place
In her deep heart, Love's holiest sanctuary.
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