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TO THE DEPARTED.
Mount to thy mansion on high!
Though we mourn thy lost smile on our earth,
Would we snatch thy bright soul from the Sky
To this dark world's distraction and dearth?
Though we mourn thy lost smile on our earth,
Would we snatch thy bright soul from the Sky
To this dark world's distraction and dearth?
From the earth and its shadows arise!
On the wings of thy rapture ascend,
While crowned spirits stoop down from the Skies,
The path of thy pomp to attend!
On the wings of thy rapture ascend,
While crowned spirits stoop down from the Skies,
The path of thy pomp to attend!
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In Heaven is a bright seraph born!
Whose nativity angels shall bless,
Shall we dare then to murmur and mourn,
And wish thy great happiness less?
Whose nativity angels shall bless,
Shall we dare then to murmur and mourn,
And wish thy great happiness less?
Methinks a proud strain I can hear,
On the stream of its transports is borne,
A name ever hallowed and dear,
'Tis an angel's sublime natal morn!
On the stream of its transports is borne,
A name ever hallowed and dear,
'Tis an angel's sublime natal morn!
The winged choirs pour a glad mighty voice,
Mount—mount to thy mansion on high!
The Heavens, and their high Powers rejoice
When a seraph the more treads the Sky!
Mount—mount to thy mansion on high!
The Heavens, and their high Powers rejoice
When a seraph the more treads the Sky!
Mount to thy mansion on high,
Thy birth we will celebrate here,
And love thee yet more in the Sky
Than when thou wert bound to our sphere.
Thy birth we will celebrate here,
And love thee yet more in the Sky
Than when thou wert bound to our sphere.
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