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HE SEEMS TO BE WITH HER IN HEAVEN.
So often on the wings of thought I fly / Up to heaven's blissful seats, that I appear / As one of those whose treasure is lodged there, / The rent veil of mortality thrown by.
A pleasing chillness thrills my heart, while I / Listen to her voice, who bids me paleness wear -- / "Ah! now, my friend, I love thee, now revere, / For changed thy face, thy manners," doth she cry.
She leads me to her Lord: and then I bow, / Preferring humble prayer, He would allow / That I his glorious face, and hers might see.
Thus He replies: "Thy destiny's secure; / To stay some twenty, or some ten years more, / Is but a little space, though long it seems to thee."
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