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The New Jerusalem
There are towers; where they are,
In the topmost sky;
Thou from here hast never seen,
With thy clouded eye.
In the topmost sky;
Thou from here hast never seen,
With thy clouded eye.
There are houses, temples there,
In that world of bliss;
Yet thou canst not see them here,
From a place like this.
In that world of bliss;
Yet thou canst not see them here,
From a place like this.
There I see the Son of Man,
Of that world the light;
Seen by all; their sun by day,
And their moon by night.
Of that world the light;
Seen by all; their sun by day,
And their moon by night.
There are beings, they who went
From thy presence here;
From their mansions looking down
On thine earthly sphere.
From thy presence here;
From their mansions looking down
On thine earthly sphere.
Cherubs there, and white-robed men,
Angels born to love;
High! how high their golden home!
Dwelling there above.
Angels born to love;
High! how high their golden home!
Dwelling there above.
Poem No. 609; c. 15 August 1846
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