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Oh for a draught from that mysterious well,Oh for a deep draught of its bitter stream,
That I might loose me from earth's numbing spell.
Like one who wakes bewildered from a dream.
Oft had I breathed this prayer; but still on high
The hidden pathway climbed beyond my thought
Through fear and gloom; and none who passed me by
Could give me guidance to the goal I sought;—
Till, led by thee, I gained the sacred springs;
For thy pure heart alone could guess the way:
And now, forgetful of all earthly things,
I wait the dawn of God's eternal day;
And see the world's last ramparts rise above,
And hear below the surging sea of love.
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