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The Lord of life, and sing our song of hope, That death has lost his sting, the grave his triumph.

O make me then the partner of your hopes! Brave men! high destined souls! immortal beings! The blessed faith and sense of what we are Comes on my heart, like streams of beamy light Pour'd from some opening cloud. O to conceive What lies beyond the dim, dividing veil Of regions bright, of blest and glorious being!

Ay, when it is withdrawn, we shall behold What heart hath ne'er conceived, nor tongue could utter.

When but a boy, I've gazed upon the sky, With all its sparks of light, as a grand cope For the benighted world. But now my fancy Will greet each twinkling star, as the bright lamp Of some fair angel on his guardian watch. And think ye not, that from their lofty stations Our future glorious home, our Father's house. May lie within the vast and boundless ken Of such seraphic powers?