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“Eye hath not seen.”
Our feet shall tread upon the stars
Less bright than we.
The everlasting shore shall bound
A fairer sea
Than that which cold
Now glitters in the sun like gold.
Less bright than we.
The everlasting shore shall bound
A fairer sea
Than that which cold
Now glitters in the sun like gold.
Oh good, oh blest: but who shall say
How fair, how fair,
Is the Light-region where no cloud
Darkens the air,
Where weary eyes
Rest on the green of Paradise?
How fair, how fair,
Is the Light-region where no cloud
Darkens the air,
Where weary eyes
Rest on the green of Paradise?
There cometh not the wind, nor rain,
Nor sun, nor snow;
The trees of Knowledge and of Life
Bud there and blow,
Their leaves and fruit
Fed from an undecaying root.
Nor sun, nor snow;
The trees of Knowledge and of Life
Bud there and blow,
Their leaves and fruit
Fed from an undecaying root.
There Angels flying to and fro
Are not more white
Than Penitents some while ago,
Now Saints in Light:
Once soiled and sad;
Cleansed now and crowned, fulfilled and glad.
Are not more white
Than Penitents some while ago,
Now Saints in Light:
Once soiled and sad;
Cleansed now and crowned, fulfilled and glad.
Now yearning thro' the perfect rest
Perhaps they gaze
Earthwards upon their best beloved
In all earth's ways:
Longing, but not
With pain, as used to be their lot.
Perhaps they gaze
Earthwards upon their best beloved
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Longing, but not
With pain, as used to be their lot.
The hush of that beatitude
Is ages long,
Sufficing Virgins, Prophets, Saints,
Till the new song
Shall be sent up
From lips which drained the bitter cup.
Is ages long,
Sufficing Virgins, Prophets, Saints,
Till the new song
Shall be sent up
From lips which drained the bitter cup.
If but the thought of Paradise
Gives joy on earth,
What shall it be to enter there
Thro' second birth?
To find once more
Our dearest treasure gone before?
Gives joy on earth,
What shall it be to enter there
Thro' second birth?
To find once more
Our dearest treasure gone before?
To find the Shepherd of the Sheep,
The Lamb once slain,
Who leads His Own by living streams.
Never again
To thirst, or need
Aught in green pastures where they feed.
The Lamb once slain,
Who leads His Own by living streams.
Never again
To thirst, or need
Aught in green pastures where they feed.
But from the Altar comes a cry
Awful and strong
From martyred Saints: How long, they say,
O Lord, how long
Holy and True,
Shall vengeance for our blood be due?
Awful and strong
From martyred Saints: How long, they say,
O Lord, how long
Holy and True,
Shall vengeance for our blood be due?
Then the Lord gives them robes of white;
And bids them stay
In patience till the time be full
For the last day:
The day of dread
When the last sentence shall be said.
And bids them stay
In patience till the time be full
For the last day:
The day of dread
When the last sentence shall be said.
When heaven and earth shall flee away;
And the great deep
Shall render up her dead, and earth
Her sons that sleep;
And day of grace
Be hid for ever from Thy Face.
And the great deep
Shall render up her dead, and earth
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And day of grace
Be hid for ever from Thy Face.
Oh hide us till Thy wrath be past,
Our grief, our shame,
With Peter and with Magdalene
And him whose name
No record tells
Who by Thy promise with Thee dwells.
Our grief, our shame,
With Peter and with Magdalene
And him whose name
No record tells
Who by Thy promise with Thee dwells.
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