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It's oh in Paradise that I fain would be, / Away from earth and weariness and all beside; / Earth is too full of loss with its dividing sea, / But Paradise upbuilds the bower for the bride.
Where flowers are yet in bud while the boughs are green, / I would get quit of earth and get robed for heaven; / Putting on my raiment white within the screen, / Putting on my crown of gold whose gems are seven