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46 I saw the gate to the realms of light; I saw the choir in their robes of white, And the gleam of the city's golden spires, Like the glimmering lights of a thousand fires; And I heard such music, so rich and clear, As never fell on a mortal ear; For one more note of that dulcet strain I'd live a lifetime of care and pain. Then mist spread slowly before the scene; It hid the skies, and the valleys green; The song of a bird on the still air broke; The angel left me, and I—awoke.