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LOST SOULS.
Are the eternal skies for those
Alone whose hands have scattered flowers;
Who plucked, and gave the golden rose
To some poor soul whose weary hours
No gladness did disclose?
Alone whose hands have scattered flowers;
Who plucked, and gave the golden rose
To some poor soul whose weary hours
No gladness did disclose?
But for the good, for those whom love
Has fostered with a tender care;
Who always raised their eyes above,
Nor never knew the dark despair
That all our merits prove?
Has fostered with a tender care;
Who always raised their eyes above,
Nor never knew the dark despair
That all our merits prove?
And could our hearts be light and gay
If some outside with bleeding feet
Strive on in vain thro' dark the day
To reach? Would Heaven be complete
If some had lost their way?
If some outside with bleeding feet
Strive on in vain thro' dark the day
To reach? Would Heaven be complete
If some had lost their way?
It cannot be! No man hath seen
That Heaven were only for a part
Of man! Or where could our faith lean
If God denied room in His heart
To all that might have been?
That Heaven were only for a part
Of man! Or where could our faith lean
If God denied room in His heart
To all that might have been?
Through each new age throughout the vast
The voice of old eternal rings,
“Lo! I make all things one at last,
Your ransom was my sufferings,
And Death is ever past”!
The voice of old eternal rings,
“Lo! I make all things one at last,
Your ransom was my sufferings,
And Death is ever past”!
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