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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 ?