 | [Heaven lies about us in our infancy, in] The Memorial |  |
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“HEAVEN LIES ABOUT US IN OUR INFANCY.”
We walk in garments white,
In childish pomp and state,
Where Earth is bathed with light,
And lies at Heaven's gate.
And golden ladders rise
Around us from the sod;
And up and down the skies,
With wingéd sandals shod,
The Angels come and go, the Messengers of God!
In childish pomp and state,
Where Earth is bathed with light,
And lies at Heaven's gate.
And golden ladders rise
Around us from the sod;
And up and down the skies,
With wingéd sandals shod,
The Angels come and go, the Messengers of God!
But by and by we stain
The whiteness of our hearts;
And Heaven is lost again,
And all its light departs:—
Then more and more astray,
Pursued by phantom Fears,
And weeping day by day,
We lose our sight in tears,
And grope our way along the downward slope of years!
The whiteness of our hearts;
And Heaven is lost again,
And all its light departs:—
Then more and more astray,
Pursued by phantom Fears,
And weeping day by day,
We lose our sight in tears,
And grope our way along the downward slope of years!
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