If that high world, which lies beyond Our own, surviving Love endears; If there the cherish`d heart be fond, The eye the same, except in tears — How welcome those untrodden spheres! How sweet this very your to die! To soar from earth and find all fears Lost in thy light — Eternity! It must be so: `tis not for self That we so tremble on the brink; And striving to o`erleap the gulf, Yet cling to Being`s severing link. Oh! in that future let us think To hold each heart the heart that shares; With them the immortal waters drink, And soul in soul grow deathless theirs!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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