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As from the darkening gloom a silver dove / Upsoars, and darts into the eastern light, / On pinions that nought moves but pure delight, / So fled thy soul into the realms above, / Regions of peace and everlasting love; / Where happy spirits, crown'd with circlets bright / Of starry beam, and gloriously bedight, / Taste the high joy none but the blest can prove.
There thou or joinest the immortal quire / In melodies that even heaven fair / Fill with superior bliss, or, at desire, / Of the omnipotent Father, cleav'st the air / On holy message sent -- What pleasure's higher?
Wherefore does any grief our joy impair?