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The trump had sounded, and on pinions white / Ascended they who in the grave had lain; / And seraph bands in floods of golden light / Guided before the pure and heavenly train.
And on, past comet and past lurid star / They winged their way unto the throne of grace; / The burning world behind them glowed far, / As low in worship, bowed each angel face.