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The Beatific Vision
If I were proof against self's myriad lures;If I could break the bonds that bind me still;
If I could make my heart beat true to yours;
If I could live in oneness with your will;
If I could rise above the mists of sense,
By service disciplined, by love made whole,—
Might I not dream that, as a recompense,
You would unveil your glory to my soul?
The Beatific Vision! To behold
The Real, the Good, the Beautiful, the True!
To see, unblinded, through the Gates of Gold,
The quintessential splendour which is you!
To hold the spaces in one flash of light,
And in one heart-beat, Time's unending flight!
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