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The home of my soul, worn and weary, / And pierced by the rocks of old time, / The windows grown dim and the key-boards / Were mute to the wind's whispered chime. / The pillars were trembling; the pitcher / Was full to the brim, running o'er / With burdens, hurled oft' at the fountain, / And closed were the gates evermore.
Old castle of hopes and of tempests, / I bid thee a loving adieu, / Thou sheltered me oft' from the cloud-bursts, / The winds blowing fiercely on you. / My soul now arises on pinions, / And wings through terrestial space, / By planets all gleaming with starlight, / I stand with my Lord, face to face.