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S it so, O Christ in heaven, that the souls we loved so well Must remain in pain eternal, must abide in endless hell? And our love avail them nothing, even Thine avail no more ? Is there nothing that can reach them, — nothing bridge the chasm o'er ? — " I have many things to tell you, but ye cannot bear them now." Is it so ? O Christ in heaven, that the Antichrist must reign ? Still assuming shapes Protean, dying but to live again ?