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HERE contemplation finds her sacred spring, Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring, Where virtue reigns unfully'd and divine, Where wisdom thron'd, and all the graces mine, There sits thy spouse amidst the radiant throng, While praise eternal warbles from her tongue; There choirs angelic shout her welcome round, With perfect bliss, and peerless glory crown'd.

While thy dear mate, to flesh no more confin'd, Exults a bleft, an heav'n-ascended mind, Say in thy breast shall floods of sorrow rise? Say shall its torrents overwhelm thine eyes? Amid the seats of heav'n a place is free, And angels ope their bright ranks for thee; For thee they wait, and with expectant eye Thy spouse leans downward from th' empyreal sky: "O come