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HE DIRECTS ALL HIS THOUGHTS TO HEAVEN, WHERE LAURA AWAITS AND BECKONS / HIM.
The chosen angels, and the spirits blest, / Celestial tenants, on that glorious day / My Lady join'd them, throng'd in bright array / Around her, with amaze and awe imprest. / "What splendour, what new beauty stands confest / Unto our sight? " -- among themselves they say; / "No soul, in this vile age, from sinful clay / To our high realms has risen so fair a guest. " / Delighted to have changed her mortal state, / She ranks amid the purest of her kind; / And ever and anon she looks behind, / To mark my progress and my coming wait; / Now my whole thought, my wish to heaven I cast; / 'Tis Laura's voice I hear, and hence she bids me haste.