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The World
The end of all thou seest is near,
The world that looks so wide and high,
Shall vanish like the melting cloud,
Nor smallest spot will meet thine eye.
The world that looks so wide and high,
Shall vanish like the melting cloud,
Nor smallest spot will meet thine eye.
But thou must bid its vesture change,
And ope another eye within;
The spirit calls thee, haste! arise!
Awake thee from the death of sin!
And ope another eye within;
The spirit calls thee, haste! arise!
Awake thee from the death of sin!
Thou sow'st not now what will appear,
But the bare grain of wrong desire;
Soon this shall moulder in decay,
And then thy new-brought form admire.
But the bare grain of wrong desire;
Soon this shall moulder in decay,
And then thy new-brought form admire.
Then shall thine eye behold the world,
From which at first the spirit fell;
And kindred never known before,
In numbers more than words can tell.
From which at first the spirit fell;
And kindred never known before,
In numbers more than words can tell.
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Then haste to close that outward eye,
And stop thee soon thine earthly ear;
And thou shalt walk a child of light,
And him who breaks thy slumbers hear.
And stop thee soon thine earthly ear;
And thou shalt walk a child of light,
And him who breaks thy slumbers hear.
Poem No. 493; fall 1839
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