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 While round, in gleaming circles, soar The great, the good, from every clime Gathered triumphant over Time The murmurs of whose ebbless sea, Which bore them to Eternity, Drowned in the music of the spheres No more attract their hopes, their fears; As, round and round, in mazy flight They wheel, a galaxy of light. Celestial gales ambrosial fragrance bring; To harps celestial angel voices sing; The hallowed concord of whose magic fills The air with love, and on the sense instils A holy joy, a trembling transport blended With fear that aught so sweet must soon be ended: But ever do those winds of heaven blow Wafting that melody's richest, fullest flow; And ever doth that train celestial float In undulating union with each modulated note. It is a faith that well might win To virtue every child of sin, To think that from such blest communion With spirits made perfect, from that union