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Rh Where hell's torments used to dwell; E'en the hoary king of hell Felt sharp torments through him run. Shout for joy! the prize is won.

Strains of mortality Long have oppressed us; Pure could they ever be, If of asbestos. If mighty spirit strength Elements ever Knew how to seize at length, Angels could never Linked twofold natures move, Where single-hearted; By nought but deathless love Can they be parted.

See where a spirit-race Bursts on the sight! Dimly their forms I trace Round the far height. Each cloud becometh clear, While the bright troops appear Of the blest boys, From the Earth's burden free, In a glad company Drinking in joys, Born of the world above, Spring-time and bliss. May they forerunners prove Of a more perfect love, Linked on to this!