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246 O Seer! which the reality?— The beauty, all gone ere again I could see; Or this vision my soul hath eternally!

Yet there may be more than the eye can scan: Have such bright creations no wider plan? Doth God love the beautiful less than Man? It seems as if nothing could fill our dearth; But the beauty that stayed not on dark cold earth May have fled again to the land of its birth. It fled the pangs of life's constant rack; But, when the soul takes the heavenward track, It shall come like a sweet child nestling back. For the loveliness that Earth's fairest wear Must be one and the same with the beauty there Of the transfigured angels of heavenly air. And the parted soul shall take its stand In familiar guise 'mid the sister-band,— Deck'd with the glory of God's right hand. And for us, when the walls of flesh are riven, And to open'd spirit-eyes is given To see the beloved again in heaven,— 'Mid the fathomless joys of that wondrous scene, Will come once more the presence serene Of that pure beauty's unearthly mien. Then shall Time's veil uplifted be, And our life's long dreams of anxiety, Like clouds o'er a sunny hill, shall flee. And it will be seen by the spirits pure, How little is left upon earth to endure, When we learn that all which is fair is sure.