FUTURE BLESSEDNESS.

(Anonymous.)

THE blessedness of those above,

Why longs my panting soul to know? For heavenly bliss I know is love,

And love is felt by saints below.

But love so pure, exalted high

Beyond compute, beyond compare; No eagle wing that height may fly,

No mortal breathe that upper air.

The soul from sense must be refined,

From earthly hope, from earthly fear; No guilty doubt may cross the mind,

No sin nor shame may enter there.

There love springs pure and unrepressed,

There all are loved, and love again; Love fills each swelling cherub breast,

Love ires each burning seraph train.

Oh, when shall I- this conflict o'er —

From sin be free, with love be fired ? Oh when in Heaven my God adore, With love, celestia.! love inspired ?

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THE END.

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