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Henry Vaughan - "They are all gone into the world of light"
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THEY are all gone into the world of light! 
And I alone sit ling`ring here; 
Their very memory is fair and bright, 
And my sad thoughts doth clear. 

It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast 
Like stars upon some gloomy grove, 
Or those faint beams in which this hill is dressed, 
After the sun`s remove. 

I see them walking in an air of glory, 
Whose light doth trample on my days: 
My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, 
Mere glimmering and decays. 

O holy hope! and high humility, 
High as the Heavens above! 
These are your walks, and you have show`d them me 
To kindle my cold love, 

Dear, beauteous death! the jewel of the just, 
Shining no where, but in the dark; 
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust; 
Could man outlook that mark! 

He that hath found some fledg`d bird`s nest, may know 
At first sight, if the bird be flown; 
But what fair well or grove he sings in now, 
That is to him unknown. 

And yet, as Angels in some brighter dreams 
Call to the soul, when man doth sleep: 
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, 
And into glory peep. 

If a star were confin`d into a tomb 
Her captive flames must needs burn there; 
But when the hand that lockt her up gives room, 
She`ll shine through all the sphere. 

O Father of eternal life, and all 
Created glories under thee! 
Resume thy spirit from this world of thrall 
Into true liberty. 

Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill 
My perspective (still) as they pass, 
Or else remove me hence unto that hill, 
Where I shall need no glass.
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