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SURSUM CORDA.
Oh, once to soar, a lark, or sail, a cloud,
In the eternal azure overspread!
Could ever the world's voices, vain and loud,
Allure again the soul that once had fed
On the tremendous silence; where the tread
Is heard, by ears with finer sense endowed,
Of angels, who the crystal pathways crowd
In unseen myriads, all on mercies sped?
In the eternal azure overspread!
Could ever the world's voices, vain and loud,
Allure again the soul that once had fed
On the tremendous silence; where the tread
Is heard, by ears with finer sense endowed,
Of angels, who the crystal pathways crowd
In unseen myriads, all on mercies sped?
Could ever the transfigured face again
Lose all its rapture? or the soul forget
To cherish, as a charmèd amulet,
The words, too worn with using to retain
Their visual virtue: These same feet have trod
The sapphire pavement round the throne of God!
Lose all its rapture? or the soul forget
To cherish, as a charmèd amulet,
The words, too worn with using to retain
Their visual virtue: These same feet have trod
The sapphire pavement round the throne of God!
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