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The Veil of the Temple
'Tis rent, the veil that parts the spirit world;Behold the temple of the Living God!
The Foe who tempted once to earth is hurled,
By him who wields on earth the iron rod;
Rejoice, the peace he gave on earth begins!
Hark, from the lowly vale the strains arise,
Rejoice, the Savior comes he frees from sins!
The dumb man speaks, he touches sightless eyes
And Lo the scales fall off, the spirit sees
Within the veil the mysteries of the dead;
Bow down ye mighty! bow the stubborn knees!
'Tis on the borders of that land ye tread,
Where you must see the earth's ascended king,
Before whose presence bows each living thing.
Poem No. 732; fall 1838–summer 1839
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