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HEAVEN'S BLISS NOT AFFECTED BY THOUGHTS OF HELL.

Fear not, the prospect of the realms of woe
Shall mar thy bliss, or thence sad thoughts arise
To blunt thy sense of heavenly ecstasies.
There, if thy heart with warm devotion glow
Meet for thy place, 'twill solace thee to know
No friend of thine, 'mid those keen agonies,

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In that dark prison-house of torment lies;
For none is there but is of God the foe,
An Alien thus from thee. The ties of blood,
And earth's most sacred bonds, are but a twine
Of gossamer, compar'd with what is ow'd
To Him, the Lord of all! On Him recline;
He shall thy heart of every care unload,
He bid thy day with cloudless lustre shine.