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Yet doth my spirit faint to part? —I mourn thee not, O Sun! Joy, solemn joy, o'erflows my heart, Sing me triumphal songs!—my crown is won!

Let not a voice of weeping rise! My heart is girt with power! Let the green earth and festal skies Laugh as to grace a conqueror's closing hour!

For thee, for thee, my bosom's lord! Thee, my soul's lov'd! I die; Thine is the torch of life restor'd, Mine, mine the rapture, mine the victory!

Now may the boundless love, that lay Unfathom'd still before, In one consuming burst find way, In one bright flood all, all its riches pour!