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Rh For all, for all, who mourn their fall,

Is one eternal place.

And martyrdom hath roes

Upon that heavenly ground;

And white and virgin lilies

For virgin-ouls abound.

There grief is turned to pleaure—

Such pleaure as below

No human voice can utter,

No human heart can know;

And after flehly candal,

And after this world's night,

And after torm and whirlwind,

Is calm, and joy, and light.

And now we fight the battle,

But then hall wear the crown

Of full and everlating

And paionles renown:

And now we watch and truggle,