C. M. Briggs' Coll. A vision of Heaven. |
1 O, heaven is where no secret dread May haunt us by its power; Where from the past no gloom is shed Upon the present hour. 2 And there the living waters flow Along the radiant shore; The soul, now wandering here, shall know Its burning thirst no more. 3 The burden of the stranger's heart, Which here unknown we bear, Like the night-shadow shall depart With our first wakening there. 4 And, borne on eagle's wings afar, Free thought shall claim its dower, From every sphere, from every star, Of glory and of power.
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