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The Things Before
I would not tarry, Look! the things beforeCall me along my path, with beckoning love;
The things I gain wear not the hues they wore,
For brighter glories now my spirit move.
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The world cannot disturb his joy within;
It is not with its gold and silver bought,
They give not victory over death and sin.
Awake, ye sensual, from your sleep of shame!
Shake off the slumbers of the earthly mind;
For higher objects now your spirits claim,
To which the soul, that slumbers here, is blind;
Objects, which, like the soul itself, endure;
Things that are true, and lovely, just, and pure.
Poem No. 292; c. 21 July 1849
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