The Lord of the Forest and his Vassals An Allegory [by C. F. Humphreys] |
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[Beyond the sunset's golden gates] |
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[Beyond the sunset's golden gates]
Beyond the sunset's golden gates,
Beyond the mountain's purple height,
Are flowers that need no falling dew,
And sunless days that know not night.
Beyond the mountain's purple height,
Are flowers that need no falling dew,
And sunless days that know not night.
Within the forest's shadowy glades,
The white-robed people wander low,
For whom the flowers that never fade,
For whom the days eternal glow.
The white-robed people wander low,
For whom the flowers that never fade,
For whom the days eternal glow.
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And nearer still, each rosy morn,
Each day that fades to softer even,
They draw to their eternal home,
The born anew, the heirs of Heaven.
Each day that fades to softer even,
They draw to their eternal home,
The born anew, the heirs of Heaven.
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