GIVING UP THE WORLD.
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Heaven must have music—but the birds that sing
In that divinest nest
Thither must waver, wounded in the wing
And wounded in the breast?
In that divinest nest
Thither must waver, wounded in the wing
And wounded in the breast?
Heaven must be lighted—at the fallen light
Of moon, and star, and sun?
Ah me! since these have made the earth too bright,
Let the dark Will be done!
Of moon, and star, and sun?
Ah me! since these have made the earth too bright,
Let the dark Will be done!
