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Bears yet with him a glorious type of Thee,
Shall he arise to meet Thy cheering eye,
To share this glorious destiny of soul?
It is Thy free, Thy gracious gift to man,
This heaven, this blissful immortality.
Let earth be all unheeded by our ears;
But let our grateful souls arise to Thee,
Bend at Thy throne in humble love and praise,
Be circled by the crown of fadeless gems,
Promised by thee but to the "pure in heart."
Shall he arise to meet Thy cheering eye,
To share this glorious destiny of soul?
It is Thy free, Thy gracious gift to man,
This heaven, this blissful immortality.
Let earth be all unheeded by our ears;
But let our grateful souls arise to Thee,
Bend at Thy throne in humble love and praise,
Be circled by the crown of fadeless gems,
Promised by thee but to the "pure in heart."
"WHERE THE SPIRIT OF THE LORD IS, THERE IS LIBERTY."
Spirit of Beauty! on whose brow such placid light we see,
Where is thy temple unprofaned, immortal Liberty?
Whose columns, towering to the skies, give back their cloudless ray,—
An image beautiful, though faint, of heaven's celestial day.
Where is thy temple unprofaned, immortal Liberty?
Whose columns, towering to the skies, give back their cloudless ray,—
An image beautiful, though faint, of heaven's celestial day.
Where'er the Spirit of the Lord its radiant gifts hath shed,
In stately grandeur, strength, and grace, there do thy footsteps tread.
There dost thou consecrate thy shrine, there rear thy lofty dome,
Whither thy wandering ones may turn, as to a long-sought home.
In stately grandeur, strength, and grace, there do thy footsteps tread.
There dost thou consecrate thy shrine, there rear thy lofty dome,
Whither thy wandering ones may turn, as to a long-sought home.
