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SONNET. ASPIRATIONS.
“Oh, for the swift wings of the rapid dove,That, piercing thro' the depths of yonder sky,
I might at once attain the realms above,
And taste the joys of immortality!
I yearn to reach the angel-choirs—I long
To mingle with their bright and happy throng!
I thirst to gain that fair and distant home,
Where sin and sadness never more may come!
The weary heart would leave this world of night,
And cast aside the burthen of its woes,
It fain would bask within the living light,
Which from the throne of God for ever flows;
For sorrow's wave may break—O never more,
Upon the marge of heaven's eternal shore!”
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