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OUR KINGDOM.
Hence, doubts of darkness! I am not mine own,But ransom'd by the King of that bright host;
In Him my just humility shall boast,
And claim through Him that sceptre and that throne:
Yes, world of light,—when by the booming sea
At eve I loiter on this shingly coast,
In seeming idleness,—I gaze on thee,
(Some Star,—I know not which,—) fated to be
My glorious heritage, my heavenly home,
A temple and a paradise for me,
Whence my celestial form at will may roam
To other worlds, unthought and unexplor'd,
Whose atmosphere is bliss and liberty,
The palaces and gardens of the Lord!
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