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tasso's crown.
Before Jehovah's throne—with them
Shall gain a crown of light,
A fair, eternal diadem,
Nor time, nor change can blight.
Shall gain a crown of light,
A fair, eternal diadem,
Nor time, nor change can blight.
"Away, away, each thought of earth,
Be mine to seek the sky—
Come, blessed hour, and bring the birth
Of immortality;
Not here, not here, my tuneless lyre,
Thy notes again shall swell;
A golden harp, with strings of fire,
Emmanuel's praise shall tell.
Be mine to seek the sky—
Come, blessed hour, and bring the birth
Of immortality;
Not here, not here, my tuneless lyre,
Thy notes again shall swell;
A golden harp, with strings of fire,
Emmanuel's praise shall tell.
“What now, the bard's undying fame?
What, but an idle breath!
I yield the glory of a name
To thy dominion, death.
Not with thy lofty sons, O Rome,
The garland shall I wear—
A crown of pure, unfading light
In heaven, awaits me there.
What, but an idle breath!
I yield the glory of a name
To thy dominion, death.
Not with thy lofty sons, O Rome,
The garland shall I wear—
A crown of pure, unfading light
In heaven, awaits me there.
