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Sounding brass and tinkling cymbal, / He that made me sealed my ears, / And the pomp of gorgeous noises, / Waves of triumph, waves of tears,
Thundered empty round and past me, / Shattered, lost for ever more, / Ancient gold of pride and passion, / Wrecked like treasure on a shore.
But I saw her cheek and forehead / Change, as at a spoken word, / And I saw her head uplifted / Like a lily to the Lord.
Nought is lost, but all transmuted, / Ears are sealed, yet eyes have seen; / Saw her smiles (O soul be worthy! ), / Saw her tears (O heart be clean! ).